Lady Eve

Nigga don't wait, Come pull up on me
Ice me out, Hoe that wrist Bulgari
If he craving a lil something spicy
Tell that nigga come and get this hot tamale
Got more niggas - than a penitentiary
Couple drug dealers, that all push them Bentleys.
Queen Author - when I write the auto bio
They be like "that's law" nigga parliamentary
DND when he giving me the back shots
Spin Cycle - have 'em feening like crack rocks
Masked Up - kinda like niggas in black ops
Gotta send him home - for his bitch send the caps locks
Thick ass bitch and I got the juice
Need a loose neck nigga that be off the goose
Name hold weight, you ain't heard the news
Pussy made him free at last - that Martin Luth
I might give him a chance
Ain't June, but I heard the nigga named lance
Put my legs up higher
Hit them notes Mariah
Pussy put the man in a trance

You talking to a bitch who never slip
With gorillas carrying banana clips
And I'm greedy. I want more than just the tip
And ain't never popped my pussy on the strip
Im having a helluva day
Be careful you might catch a stray
I know what they all gonna say
They gone pop that shit and try to play in my face
Spraying these bitches like tint on a lace
I am a threat - heard they building a case
Little do they know that I am an ace
I'm eating this bitches - they all on my plate
Rumors spreading 'round. I heard I'm toxic
Neck be on that dope like it's narcotics
Houdini on the dick it's so hypnotic
Fucking till we both end up unconscious
I be on that 'yonce when I Rock it
Bring another bottle to the cockpit
Making all the networks wanna gossip
The way the money flowing - ima profit

Ain't a bitch hot like Kam
Try me? Hoe you wont get a chance
And I got an ass like damn
Guess I been well fed off the lamb
She claim she don't know who I am
But we all know shawty a fan
Bitch I got the lay of the land
A body a day, that's a part of the plan
Bitch I got the lay of the land
A body a day, that's a part of the plan
Bitch I got the lay of the land
A body a day, that's a part of the plan

I got niggas lined up, like new jays
Need a 100 stacks in dat suitcase
Just for the service
Heard I name him nervous
Note that this passion fruit got a smooth taste
He tryna catch me on FaceTime
Feel his hand wrapped around the waistline
No dead ass - I heard from the grapevine
That that man will dog ya like a k9

Ain't a bitch hot like Kam
Try me? Hoe you wont get a chance
And I got an ass like damn
Guess I been well fed off the lamb
She claim she don't know who I am
But we all know shawty a fan
Bitch I got the lay of the land
A body a day, that's a part of the plan



Credits
Writer(s): Camille Copeland
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