Bitch, I Stole Yo Purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
Prada, Gucci and Louis Vuitton
I sthe shit outcho purse and I left it on the lawn
Ain't nothing but my Zorro sign
I shake that purse, and leave the shit behind
Beware of the way you flossin yo bag
I'm a real ghetto bitch, not a funny fag hag
Eye on yo purse it reminds me of a cunt
Empty it out like that time of the month
Eye on yo purse it reminds me of a cunt
Empty it out like that time of the month
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
I stole yo purse bitch and that's yo curse bitch
Lordy Mama, I stole yo purse!
I got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it!
A little unrational.
I got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it!
A little unrational.
I take yo purse and I take yo man too
I take him at a party and I fuck him in the bathroom
Find yoself a garbage bag, a satchel or ziplock
While you wonderin where yo purse is I'll be suckin yo man'z cock
I sit, I took it, ain't no apologies
You stand there cryin and I say, "BITCH, PLEASE!"
You was the one who left that shit all alone
At least I didn't take yo muthafuckin cell phone, cell phone bitch!
Ring a ling a ling, ring a ling a ling...
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse.
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
Prada, Gucci and Louis Vuitton
I sthe shit outcho purse and I left it on the lawn
Ain't nothing but my Zorro sign
I shake that purse, and leave the shit behind
Beware of the way you flossin yo bag
I'm a real ghetto bitch, not a funny fag hag
Eye on yo purse it reminds me of a cunt
Empty it out like that time of the month
Eye on yo purse it reminds me of a cunt
Empty it out like that time of the month
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
I stole yo purse bitch and that's yo curse bitch
Lordy Mama, I stole yo purse!
I got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it!
A little unrational.
I got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it!
A little unrational.
I take yo purse and I take yo man too
I take him at a party and I fuck him in the bathroom
Find yoself a garbage bag, a satchel or ziplock
While you wonderin where yo purse is I'll be suckin yo man'z cock
I sit, I took it, ain't no apologies
You stand there cryin and I say, "BITCH, PLEASE!"
You was the one who left that shit all alone
At least I didn't take yo muthafuckin cell phone, cell phone bitch!
Ring a ling a ling, ring a ling a ling...
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse!
AHHHHHHHHH...
I stole yo purse.
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Writer(s): Craig Levy, Wendy Joe Smith
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