Текст песни Eve - Who`s That Girl
Eve - Who`s That Girl слова песни
chorus: Yo, Yo, Yo, they wanna know Who`s That Girl (La La La...) Eve`s that girl (La La La...) (repeat) Can I turn you on by my love`s 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 the cowards give em hell Call me mystic, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist lit now cuz I make a gang of cash Like bland, still street with the du-rag Slang, spit game chain speech, How`d they do that, huh Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out, brawl with the smooth face, smash her on the knock out and chain game don`t run me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty so be it, I am supposed to change Like simply dissin broads, with my mental, natural born hustlin, check what I`ve been through Get mine sifted from you, and now you slap mine, exec. to my own shit, dawg I am on dot com. (chorus) I can understand why you`re scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, aint prepared for me Huh, mad cuz the image I dont care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude that`s the Philly in I Meet me in the game, I`m the thrill in ya life Breath of fresh air, lil boys hang me on their wall, grow em chest hair Why ya listenin to other shit, you go the best here, come on try your luck shorty I got the rest scared, bet you anything you aint ready and you left there Aint known for frontin bouts for my behavior, same way they get down I get down for this paper 16 need for my pents(?) so you contest, still need to know who I am, cop the record Take it like a class on me, and learn the lesson, bottom line my world, my way any questions (chorus) Yo power moves are made everyday by this thorough bitch Imma get this bank anyway I do this shit I was born to shine, mostly yall borderline bullshit, know exactly what I want from me You cats is clueless, those flows just flow through my hands like water Heat starts growing from my son or daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend so you owe, that`s what mommy taught her All ball is played, wont starve today Sony after sony i write so I get paid Thought I wasnt followin up with the second round, now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down Make em love me over again, and over ya name Betcha they get over ya style and over ya fame Why you lookin sad at me, I aint the blame Back to plan B, baby I can feel ya pain (chorus)