Lola Monroe - Stompin Bitches lyrics
[Lola Monroe - Stompin Bitches lyrics]
In giuseppe's and a ski mask
I'm the bate when niggas fishin'
I ain't talking 'bout no sea bass
See past you dry coochie
Bitches that be hatin'
I'm in meetings dictatin' what country
To place my estate in
Big bodied Benz, colour purple, no harpo
Top chopped off, Celie guts, cold charcoal
Ya style, bore
I'm the 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
You's a little girl to me I
Can mold you like Play Doh
Straight jacket swag
Vintage style, don't play hoe
He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis
Roll'em up some doobies
Might lace'em up in some Gucci's
And 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' bitches