That’s What It Is lyrics

Artist  : Eve 
Song : That’s What It Is



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 [eve]
They usually hate her when she comes around
Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground
Next break into that who we what a sound
Heads boppin, never fails once the doc’s
around
Hatin the fact that she do things on both sides
But never disrespect two rings round both eyes,
right? 
Lady like in many ways
Because in trust I can be crazy like on any day
Some do they dirt but best believe in time they
pay
Do believe in lettin sh*t chill til the promised
day
Huh, seems they just fade away
I love it cuz them clowns they just paved the
way
Left it wide open got no time to play
Mad cuz sh*t changed got no time to stay
Considered snobby then just hate me I don’t
give a f**k
Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it
up...

Hook: styles
Eve don’t give a f**k about you
That’s what it is
Eve is the hottest bit*h
That’s what it is
But she gon’ stay ladylike
That’s what it is
But i’ma act crazy like
That’s what it is
Think I got your house shot
That’s what it is
Think I got your car burnt
That’s what it is
Think I got your people robbed
That’s what it is
Cuz we don’t give a f**k about you
That’s what it is

[styles]
I ain’t got a moment to waste
I’m tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make
room in your face
And they can’t see your eyes or your nose
Why p? cuz 4, 5 slugs is consumin the space
This is holiday you need, you f**k with the
scorpion
I don’t stop poppin ’til your body don’t
breathe
Clap more than the audience, after the show
Stab more than the butcher, and I’m kinda
righteous
So i’ma help you pray for the lord when I push
ya
She the first lady, I’m the ghost with the gun
Aimed at your son that’ll love to burst crazy
Ruff rydin the clique, come up outta your shit
Get clapped in the wig, sold alotta records
But we never gave a f**k so it’s a wrap for the
kids
Gat to the back and the ribs
We the hood, even holiday bit*h that’s what it
is

Hook

[eve]
Broke out and got grown, holdin her own
That bit*h come strong, give up, dead wrong
I don’t even f**k around ’less your head
strong
Aint too many that’s around that can match they
mind blown
Can’t figure her out
Is she street, sweet, gutter, I’m from the
hood
Alotta y’all niggas gold
This bit*h two million sold
And I just figured that I’d make it known
Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
Spit fire, watch it better duck, you stuck, you
crossfire
Thought you was the realest you said you caught
liar
Any time you at where I be, i’ma try you

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