Steal My Groove – YN Jay

(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Ahh (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

Damn, I just walked in with a hundred thousand bands
I just walked in with some groupie freaky fans
In love with the money, all I wanted was some bands
R.I.P. Gabe, all I wanted was my mans
Nigga tried to steal my groove, all he wanted was my dance
Beat your ass in the club, all you wanted was some hands
Bitch been sittin’ in the sun, all she wanted was a tan
Fucked her good, now this bitch hot as hell, all she needed was a fan
Damn
Got a hundred round drum, all I needed was a fan
I bet you was just wonder if— damn, ayy
I bet you was just wonder if’n I could kill you and your friends
Coochie make her fly like Peter, got me feelin’ like I’m Pan
How the fuck the stove still hot? Got me feelin’ on the pan
How the fuck this bitch coo— damn
How the fuck this bitch coochie fat, I can feel it through the pants?
You can tell it’s all blues, you can see it by the size
I can tell you ain’t on shit, I can see it in your eyes
Left my bitch, damn
Left my bitch at the store, I can tell she salty, see it in her fries
I was probably by myself, I ain’t see her when she cried
Bitch, I’m on a private jet, you ain’t see me when I fly
I be in a different world, you ain’t see me when I’m high
Big-ass bag got me walkin’ like my back broke
How the fuck you keep fallin’ off, and you get back on, but you— yeah
And you spent it, now you back broke?
Why the fuck your dirty ass ain’t watched your motherfuckin’ ass all week?
Damn, got the black soap
No, I fucked up, you got the motherfuckin’ soap black
Why your gun click? You got a motherfuckin’ broke strap
Put my bitch out for another bitch to come over real quick so I could hit her, I got
I got my hoes mad
I can press my weed, got my motherfuckin’ ‘bows mad
Bitch walkin’ ’round with lil’— damn
Bitch walkin’ ’round with lil’ shoes, got her toes mad
Hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha