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[Chorus x3] Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I put yo body in a field Yea I put yo body in a field Grab the ski mask load up the pump I'm finna put this bitch in my trunk Hoe get on in don't make no noise You betta not fuck wit my funk Ain't got no job I'm down to rob Ain't barrin no bitch when I'm off Gotta get that cheese stand on my feet Everyday my problems are solved Nigga have you ever in your life let a bitch pump lead in yo head Nigga brace yourself bra da pop pop you make one move and your dead Motherfucker try me if you want I'm strickly fuckin the system I'll tell the truth don't fuck me dude 'cause shoot your family gone miss ya I'm bout my cheese oh yes I need I hope you niggas realize If you a hoe show you some love at least let you pray before you die Gotta drop it off quick gotta drop it off fast gotta make a smooth little dash 'cause if the po-po's come you can forget it they never catchin Chat ass A real true pro hoe, yean know a bitch that's out to get mine Don't fuck for free 'cause I got pimpin in my hips and my thighs So stay alert I ain't slippin La Chat scopin my nigga Gotta keep my saw, you betta not run up I got my finger on the trigger [Chorus x3] Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I put yo body in a field Yea I put yo body in a field I'm bout myself I'll tuck that knife thing in the gut of a nigga My trigga finga kinda itchy to put a hole in yo liver You wanna act like you so heavy now your shit I'm gone take it You can't escape it motherfucker end up dead while your fakin La Chat ain't broke but still I got a greedy need for that cheese You out here straight said that you lone but shit you don't fuck with me I need some 20's and you niggas just ain't talkin bout shit I guess that leaves me wit no choice but go rob me a trick See murder I spoke I choke nigga not off that dope But off that blood where I have shuved my nine and blew out your throat I'll make it known to have it shown that I'm a bitch about mine Whatever problem to make a dime man I'm crossin the line A stick up bitch that's on a mission spit some game just to hit ya A rowdy bitch that's bout my bizness doin whatever just to get ya Now Yea I rob yea I steal put some bodies in fields I work alone 'cause your partner set you up for the kill still [Chorus x3] Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I rob Yea I steal Yea I put yo body in a field Yea I put yo body in a field
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