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.

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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

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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

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