Yeah, I Rob Lyrics
by La Chat
Yeah, I Rob Song Lyrics
Yeah, I Rob by La Chat
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 b**ch in my trunk
Hoe get on in don't make no noise
You betta not f**k wit my funk
Ain't got no job I'm down to rob
Ain't barrin no b**ch 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 b**ch pump lead in yo head
Nigga brace yourself bra da pop pop you make one move and your dead
Motherf**ker try me if you want I'm strickly f**kin the system
I'll tell the truth don't f**k 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 b**ch that's out to get mine
Don't f**k 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 sh*t I'm gone take it
You can't escape it motherf**ker 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 sh*t you don't f**k with me
I need some 20's and you niggas just ain't talkin bout sh*t
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 b**ch about mine
Whatever problem to make a dime man I'm crossin the line
A stick up b**ch that's on a mission spit some game just to hit ya
A rowdy b**ch 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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