Lola Monroe - Stompin b**hes lyrics

(Verse 1: Lola Monroe) Okay Okay, hopped up out the brinks truck in giuseppe's and a ski mask I'm the bate when n***as fishin' i ain't talkin' bout no sea ba** See past, you dry coochie b**hes 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, bull I'm the the one like Derrick Rose My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows The last, breed of a bad c*nt They pa**ed, you, what i pa**ed up You'se a little girl to me i can mold you like Play Doh Straight jacket swag vintage style don't play ho (Hook) He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis Roll'em up some doobies Might lace'em up in some Guccis And i go harder than ten Compton b**hes Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin' b**hes (stompin' b**hes, stompin' b**hes, stompin' b**hes) Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin' b**hes (stompin' b**hes, stompin' b**hes, stompin' b**hes) Red bottoms on Look like I been stompin' b**hes