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  • 作曲 : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Bet I make you a believer
    Fever, what you catch when you see her
    Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1
    Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'
    I don't want none
    Peep her, two seater
    Look at you ***** actin' like you need her
    You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
    You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty ***** want the c**k, uh
    Let you live for a minute 'fore I slide off
    Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off
    Stressing me, you ain't blessing me
    With your 96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
    Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though
    Cause my time is like Presume
    You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know
    My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go
    1 – (Missy)
    Ain't got no dough
    Broke ass ****** ain't got cash flow
    Y'all know y'all can't buy s*it
    See me in the club trying to impress this, heh
    Repeat 1
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo
    You can say I'm bless I know
    ****** like 'em flashy drive a F50
    Jets I go, go-tee y'all blow, H-Y-dro
    Keep 'em leaning the club
    Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
    Many ******* follow me
    Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
    Wanna pile me, never put no smile on me
    Better stop that
    Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
    Bet I doubt that
    Whatcha lookin at huh?
    Still speakin' to me think you pus*in' it huh?
    Know you ***** cat run
    Cause this ***** is gonna bite
    I don't light fire
    Grab it, choke it, hold it down
    Ride it ruff ryde
    I can give you what you need
    Or give you what you like
    But the pay is kind of the low
    So this ***** pawn stride
    Wis*in' you could touch me, lust me
    Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
    Try-na to give it up
    Repeat 1 (2x)
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo
    Swizz got beats locked
    Every time I drop s*it's hot
    Think not and it don't stop
    This ***** top notch and
    Y'all keep watching
    Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'
    Try-na to touch my ass
    You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
    Whiling out I dash
    To that type of thug that's about they business
    Piling out that cash
    Long line of credit cause I like my thug to last
    See they like it when I talk back
    Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want that
    Frontin' but you flaunt that
    Somethin' whatcha want black
    Cheap stack, keep that
    Fake money *****, fake thug
    We don't need that
    What's that all about
    I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
    Lies poppin' out
    Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of *****, cut it out
    You's an average type of cat
    No money, no clout
    (Missy)
    When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo
    If your ***** is ugly you don't need her
    Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
    Yo I let y'all ******* see I'm off the meter, heater
    Me and Eve give ya seizures
    Know I put your ****** down on their knees uhh, eat up
    Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me
    Let me take a quick breather (Ahhh!)
    Yo do y'all smell them trees huh?
    Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats huh?
    Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy huh?
    Well where you wanna roll wit me huh? me huh?
    One-two Misdemeanor
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    ************ now, ************ now what?
    Aiight
  • 作曲 : Dean, Elliot, Jeffers
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Bet I make you a believer
    Fever, what you catch when you see her
    Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1
    Never Eve stressin' for your lovin'
    I don't want none
    Peep her, two seater
    Look at you ***** actin' like you need her
    You run blocks with your henney on the rocks
    You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty ***** want the c**k, uh
    Let you live for a minute 'fore I slide off
    Get you mad, holla no smokey ride off
    Stressing me, you ain't blessing me
    With your 96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
    Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready though
    Cause my time is like Presume
    You got petty dough and I'm here to let you know
    My time is priceless, so if you iceless, babygirl gotta go
    1 – (Missy)
    Ain't got no dough
    Broke ass ****** ain't got cash flow
    Y'all know y'all can't buy s*it
    See me in the club trying to impress this, heh
    Repeat 1
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo
    You can say I'm bless I know
    ****** like 'em flashy drive a F50
    Jets I go, go-tee y'all blow, H-Y-dro
    Keep 'em leaning the club
    Hoochies screaming y'all don't know
    Many ******* follow me
    Daddy licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
    Wanna pile me, never put no smile on me
    Better stop that
    Wanna see me beggin' for your chips
    Bet I doubt that
    Whatcha lookin at huh?
    Still speakin' to me think you pus*in' it huh?
    Know you ***** cat run
    Cause this ***** is gonna bite
    I don't light fire
    Grab it, choke it, hold it down
    Ride it ruff ryde
    I can give you what you need
    Or give you what you like
    But the pay is kind of the low
    So this ***** pawn stride
    Wis*in' you could touch me, lust me
    Listen up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
    Try-na to give it up
    Repeat 1 (2x)
    (Eve)
    Yo, yo
    Swizz got beats locked
    Every time I drop s*it's hot
    Think not and it don't stop
    This ***** top notch and
    Y'all keep watching
    Play the back baby while your team keep flockin'
    Try-na to touch my ass
    You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
    Whiling out I dash
    To that type of thug that's about they business
    Piling out that cash
    Long line of credit cause I like my thug to last
    See they like it when I talk back
    Dough stack, cut backs, we don't want that
    Frontin' but you flaunt that
    Somethin' whatcha want black
    Cheap stack, keep that
    Fake money *****, fake thug
    We don't need that
    What's that all about
    I can see you from a mile running at the mouth
    Lies poppin' out
    Claimin' you's a hustlin' type of *****, cut it out
    You's an average type of cat
    No money, no clout
    (Missy)
    When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo
    If your ***** is ugly you don't need her
    Feed her to a wild pack of cheetas
    Yo I let y'all ******* see I'm off the meter, heater
    Me and Eve give ya seizures
    Know I put your ****** down on their knees uhh, eat up
    Then we treat you like skeezers, yo let me
    Let me take a quick breather (Ahhh!)
    Yo do y'all smell them trees huh?
    Do you hear them bangin' Swizz Beats huh?
    Oh do you feel the rappin' Missy huh?
    Well where you wanna roll wit me huh? me huh?
    One-two Misdemeanor
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    ************ now, ************ now what?
    Aiight