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Who's That Girl? (Main Pass)

アーティスト:Eve  アルバム:Scorpion (Deluxe)  作曲:Darrin Dean, Sheldon Harris, Jay Jackson & Eve Jeffers 

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It's about that time, y'all Haha, Ruff Ryders You know, Teflon, Eve, whoo! Yo, yo, yo They wanna know Who's that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? Uh, what's my name? Yo, yo, uh, what's my name? Yo (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl, uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) 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 the cowards so I give 'em hell Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash Wrist glist now 'cause I make a gang of cash Light glance, still street with the doo-rag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Huh Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out Ain't changed, game don't run me, I run the game If I gotta keep it gritty, so be it, I'm supposed to change Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my mental Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through Got mine, took it from you, and now you slot mine Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) C'mon, c'mon Eve's that girl, (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) uh, yo, yo, yo Who's that girl? Huh, uh, uh, uh (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Yo, yo I can understand why they're scared of Eve Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me Huh, mad 'cause an image, I don't care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair Why you listenin' to other shit? You got the best here Come on try your luck, shorty, I got the rest scared Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left there Ain't known for frontin',


投稿者: TTR
プチリリ再生回数:125





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