[Da Brat]
Get yo' a** asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing] Ayo Brat
Picture this Eve walkin' down the street with two cats by her side
The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I
We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to co*k back, we bust your mind blown
Just like that braggadocious cuz I'm the dopest Brat
Most of my n***a's focus on the a** thats fat
And I'm just so ferocious to the rythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the f*ck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timing 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**hes, really
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Gangsta b**h, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the b**hes that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the b**hes 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**h
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest n***a, for the baddest b**h
Me, Eve, and Brat, it's banannas sh**
We ain't havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stilletos
Iced out, drippin in Chanel
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make 'em fall back
Hair done, fresh manni and pedicure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my n***a ask for the p**y
It's good and wet
After just one f*ck, you won't forget
I'm made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare a** out with my diamond thong on
n***a you thought you got yo' freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo' man
Cuz I'm a hot b**h...
[Mo'Nique]
Official Ryde or Die b**hes, believe that
[Chorus]
[Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw b**hes get together it's off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss b**hes stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only f*ck with the realest, don't a**ociate with lames
How the f*ck can't you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-E-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other b**hes is true lies
I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or sh**ty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon' understand from the rest of my lines
b**h please, you might as well be on freeze, when it's Eve
You ain't really tryin to f*ck 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
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