L Young - Steal Her Money (feat. Chowdaaa & TrickyRick)

(La du fromage?)
(Oh Dexter, Dexter)
(French is the language of love)
(Oh say it again Dexter)
(Ok)
Bitch grabbing on my nuts like a prostate doctor
Back-shots the only test I fucking proctor
Bitch talking shit on the gang, I fucking dropped her
I know Brodie and that's an Italian mobster
I had a bad bitch, but I went and fucking lost her
Why you cry so much you a fucking toddler
Sorry, Ms. Jackson, I ain't mean to do that to ya daughter
Hit you with the trifecta like a boxer
Noodle in her mouth, she finna slurp it like it's pasta
Break her back, finna fix the bitch posture
CBC, we gon' cook at L casa
Hit Matic, he got gas for ya mama
Keep it smooth, I don't really like drama
I'll never go and sacrifice my mama
Like Ye went and up and did to Donda
(Finna get on this bitch like Antonio Banderas)
My bitch got a big fat Culo
So high, all my niggas up in Pluto
Feel like Austin Powers, cause I really got that juice though
Bitch, you hella thick you get the fructose
I'll leave her limping like the bitch got two toes
Sucking dick and bouncing ass, got two roles
I got hella gas like a jew though
I was kicking niggas ass like it's judo
(Ughhh)
Bitch grabbing on my nuts like a prostate doctor
Back-shots the only test I fucking proctor
Bitch talking shit on the gang, I fucking dropped her
I know Brodie and that's an Italian mobster
I had a bad bitch, but I went and fucking lost her
Why you cry so much you a fucking toddler
Sorry, Ms. Jackson, I didn't mean to do that to ya daughter
Bitch grabbing on my nuts like a prostate doctor
Back-shots the only test I fucking proctor
Bitch talking shit on the gang, I fucking dropped her
I know Brodie and that's an Italian mobster
I had a bad bitch, but I went and fucking lost her
Why you cry so much, you a fucking toddler
Sorry, Ms. Jackson, I ain't mean to do that to ya daughter
If you can't love onna bitch, then you better rob her
(Rob that bitch nigga)
If you can't love onna bitch, then you better rob her
(If you can't love onna bitch, then you better huh)
If you can't love onna bitch, then you better rob her
(Rob that bitch lil nigga, rob that bitch)
If you can't love onna bitch, then you better rob her
(Rob that ho lil nigga)
Steal her money

Written by:
Logan LeCesne

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