[Verse 1: Lola Monroe] Okay Hopped up out the race track In Giuseppes and a ski mask I’m the big one niggas fishin’, I ain’t talking ‘bout no sea bass See pass you dry, bogie bitches that be hatin’ I’m in meetings dictatin’ what country to place my estate in Big body Bens, Color Purple, no Harpo Top chopped off, Celie, guts cold charcoal Your style? Bore I’m the one, like Derrick Rose My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows “The Last Breed of a Bad Cunt” They passed you what I passed up Yous’ a lil’ girl to me I commote you like Play-Doh Straight jacket swag, bitches style Don’t play ho
[Hook] He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis Roll’em up some doobies Might lace’em up in some Guccis Can I go harder than ten Compton, bitches? Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin’ bitches (stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches) Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin’ bitches (stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches) Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin’ bitchesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
