Yeah, I Rob lyrics

by

Project Pat


[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 b*tch in my trunk
Hoe get on in don't make no noise
You betta not f*ck wit my funk
Ain't got no job I'm down to rob
Ain't barrin no b*tch when I'm off
Gotta get that cheese stand on my feet
Everyday my problems are solved
n*gga have you ever in your life let a b*tch pump lead in yo head
n*gga brace yourself bra da pop pop you make one move and your dead
Motherf*cker try me if you want I'm strickly f*ckin the system
I'll tell the truth don't f*ck me dude cuz shoot your family gone miss ya
I'm bout my cheese oh yes I need I hope you n*ggas 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
Cuz if the po-po's come you can forget it they never catchin Chat ass
A real true pro hoe, yean know a b*tch that's out to get mine
Don't f*ck for free cuz I got pimpin in my hips and my thighs
So stay alert I ain't slippin La Chat scopin my n*gga
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 ill tuck that knife thing in the gut of a n*gga
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*cker 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*ck with me
I need some 20's and you n*ggas 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 n*gga 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*tch about mine
Whatever problem to make a dime man I'm crossin the line
A stick up b*tch thats on a mission spit some game just to hit ya
A rowdy b*tch thats bout my bizness doin whatever just to get ya
Now Yea I rob yea I steal put some bodies in fields
I work alone cuz 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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