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the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina and gangsta Eve

Miss Purina, Trina the M I A bitch
Them I play
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for
Uh, uh
Yo, yo, yo
They want to know

[Chorus]
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la,
Formica floors
Shoes by Jimmy Chu's and Michael Core's
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve (uh, yeah)

Hook
(Eve)
I'm not a regular bitch, I
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause

[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
had the boy kneed, out in Philly freeze the sleeves
Givin the gangsta love like Eve and Keys
The first piece, worshipped by the set of thieves with
I won't settle for less
You a hot boy, a rock boy
A fun toy, tote a Glock boy
Where you live, is it by yourself?
Can I move with you, do you need
around felony, cuttin our body
Tell me will this one bring evil things
Emarked, by enemy, I need thoroughs eve
The son inside of me
Tellin me, it's old
on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
[Ne-Yo]
Oh, hey!

[Game]
Picture me and my gangsta girl,
Riding with the top back.
Banging Ne-Yo, my neck free yo,
My SOX hat,
Tilted
any place you think of
Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double are's hoodrat
The nigga they
on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
to get gangsta with it
But they just don't know (don't know, don't know, they don't know)
They try to get gutter on record
But that shit ain't raw (ain't
just a Bronx gangsta
I made a mistake I admit I fucked the plan up
I spotted you in Atlanta, I ain't gonna fuck that man up
I ain't gonna run up in