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