Who's That Girl - Eve

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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