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It's bout that time y'all Ruff Ryders You know, Teflon, Eve, woo Yo, yo, yo They wanna know Who's that girl? (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) Who's that girl? (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) 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 glam, still street with the durag Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? 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) Eve's that girl (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Who's that girl? (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, 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', vouch for my behavior Same way they get down I get down for this paper 16 mean from my pen, so you can test her Still need to know who I am, then cop the record Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions? Who's that girl? (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) Who's that girl? (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) Power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch I'mma get this bank anyway that I do this shit I was born to shine, and most of y'all's borderline bullshit Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless Though 'spose the flow through my hands like water Keep stocks growin' for my son or my daughter Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her So hardball is played, won't starve today Song after song I write so I get paid Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round Now bitch swallow it up while I shove it down Make 'em love me over again and over your name Betcha they get over your style and over your fame Why you lookin sad at me? I ain't to blame Back to plan B, baby, I can feel your pain Who's that girl? (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) Who's that girl? (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) Who's that girl? (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) Who's that girl? (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) (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

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