| They usually hate her when she comes around
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| Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground
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| Next break into that who we what a sound
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| Heads boppin, never fails once the Doc’s around
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| Hatin the fact that she do things on both sides
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| But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right?
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| Lady like in many ways
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| Because in trust I can be crazy like on any day
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| Some do they dirt but best believe in time they pay
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| Do believe in lettin shit chill til the promised day
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| Huh, seems they just fade away
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| I love it cuz them clowns they just paved the way
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| Left it wide open got no time to play
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| Mad cuz shit changed got no time to stay
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| Considered snobby then just hate me I don’t give a fuck
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| Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up…
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| HOOK: Styles
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| Eve don’t give a fuck about you
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| That’s what it is Eve is the hottest bitch
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| That’s what it is But she gon’stay ladylike
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| That’s what it is But I’ma act crazy like
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| That’s what it is Think I got your house shot
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| That’s what it is Think I got your car burnt
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| That’s what it is Think I got your people robbed
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| That’s what it is Cuz we don’t give a fuck about you
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| That’s what it is
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| I aint got a moment to waste
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| I’m tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face
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| And they can’t see your eyes or your nose
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| Why P? |
| Cuz 4, 5 slugs is consumin the space
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| This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the Scorpion
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| I don’t stop poppin 'til your body don’t breathe
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| Clap more than the audience, after the show
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| Stab more than the butcher, and I’m kinda righteous
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| So I’ma help you pray for the Lord when I push ya She the First Lady, I’m the ghost with the gun
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| Aimed at your son that’ll love to burst crazy
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| Ruff Rydin the clique, come up outta your shit
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| Get clapped in the wig, sold alotta records
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| But we never gave a fuck so it’s a wrap for the kids
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| Gat to the back and the ribs
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| We the hood, even Holiday bitch that’s what it is HOOK
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| Broke out and got grown, holdin her own
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| That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong
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| I don’t even fuck around 'less your head strong
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| Aint too many that’s around that can match they mind blown
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| Can’t figure her out
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| Is she street, sweet, gutter, I’m from the hood
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| Alotta y’all niggas gold
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| This bitch two million sold
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| And I just figured that I’d make it known
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| Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
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| Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
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| Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you crossfire
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| Thought you was the realest you said you caught liar
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| Any time you at where I be, I’ma try you
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| HOOK |