Da Brat - "Gangsta B****es" lyrics
*** Complimentary Gangsta B****es Ringtone ***
(Da Brat:)
Get yo' as* asthma
With all that coughing
Yeah (Cough)
Eve where you at'
Ayo Trina where you at'
Ayo Brat
Picture this
Eve walking down the street
With two gals by her side
The one on her right Trina
The one on her left I
In a high holster
Studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back
We bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious
'Cause I'm the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus
On the as* that's fat
And I'm just so ferocious
To the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why'
'Cause how, whenever I do it
I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the f*** I wanna do
Till I die
Shinin' on everybody
For the world to see
My timin' is always
Perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve
A little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got
Wearin' these blindin' rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of
The illest b****es, really
CHORUS: Eve
Gangsta b****
Gangsta ice
Gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes
Gangsta money
Gangsta shows
Gangsta purse
Gangsta shoes
Gangsta verse
We the b****es that
The gangstas thirst
Gangsta song
Gangsta brawn
Gangsta thong
Huh, we the b****es
That the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle
Gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat
Gangsta Trina and
Gangsta Eve
(Trina:)
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina
Trina the M-I-A b****
Them I play wit
Eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin' basically the
Richest nigga, for the baddest b****
Get yo' as* asthma
With all that coughing
Yeah (Cough)
Eve where you at'
Ayo Trina where you at'
Ayo Brat
Picture this
Eve walking down the street
With two gals by her side
The one on her right Trina
The one on her left I
In a high holster
Studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back
We bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious
'Cause I'm the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus
On the as* that's fat
And I'm just so ferocious
To the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why'
'Cause how, whenever I do it
I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the f*** I wanna do
Till I die
Shinin' on everybody
For the world to see
My timin' is always
Perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve
A little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got
Wearin' these blindin' rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of
The illest b****es, really
CHORUS: Eve
Gangsta b****
Gangsta ice
Gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes
Gangsta money
Gangsta shows
Gangsta purse
Gangsta shoes
Gangsta verse
We the b****es that
The gangstas thirst
Gangsta song
Gangsta brawn
Gangsta thong
Huh, we the b****es
That the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle
Gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat
Gangsta Trina and
Gangsta Eve
(Trina:)
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina
Trina the M-I-A b****
Them I play wit
Eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin' basically the
Richest nigga, for the baddest b****
Me, Eve, and Brat
It's bananas shit
We ain't havin' this
I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and
Eight inch stilletoes
Iced out, drippin' in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti
And peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth
So when my nigga
Ask for the pussy
It's good and wet
After just one f***
You won't forget
I'm made up in the tropics
Gettin' sunburned
Bare as* out with
The diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you
Got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin' my creep
On with yo man
'Cause I'm a hot b****
(Mo'Nique:)
Official Ryde or
Die b****es, believe that
Repeat chorus
(Eve)
Uh, yo
When three raw b****es
Get together it's off the chain
Thought you found
A spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss b****es stallion
Scream they name
Hate us 'cause our life right
Eatin' from the game
Only f*** with the realest
Don't associate with lames
How the f*** can't you feel us'
Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat
And oooh I Bombshell
Other b****es is true lies
I'ma keep it simple
Rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on
Or sh*tty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it
Question my mind
You gon' understand
From the rest of my lines
B**** please, you might
As well be on freeze
When it's Eve
You ain't really tryin' to
F*** the game up
You just a tease
You don't want it
When I really get buck
You wanted peace
Have you hidin' in a hole
When my album got released
Repeat chorus twice
It's bananas shit
We ain't havin' this
I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and
Eight inch stilletoes
Iced out, drippin' in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti
And peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth
So when my nigga
Ask for the pussy
It's good and wet
After just one f***
You won't forget
I'm made up in the tropics
Gettin' sunburned
Bare as* out with
The diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you
Got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin' my creep
On with yo man
'Cause I'm a hot b****
(Mo'Nique:)
Official Ryde or
Die b****es, believe that
Repeat chorus
(Eve)
Uh, yo
When three raw b****es
Get together it's off the chain
Thought you found
A spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss b****es stallion
Scream they name
Hate us 'cause our life right
Eatin' from the game
Only f*** with the realest
Don't associate with lames
How the f*** can't you feel us'
Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat
And oooh I Bombshell
Other b****es is true lies
I'ma keep it simple
Rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on
Or sh*tty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it
Question my mind
You gon' understand
From the rest of my lines
B**** please, you might
As well be on freeze
When it's Eve
You ain't really tryin' to
F*** the game up
You just a tease
You don't want it
When I really get buck
You wanted peace
Have you hidin' in a hole
When my album got released
Repeat chorus twice
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