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.