Hold My Purse
Zabrina
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Honey hold my purse I will nurse this game back to its worth I will curse these rappers they the worse I'm the toughest nigga in the game wearing a skirt Straight low blows, I-ma hit you where it hurts Your flow dead, back of the hearse I'm the new queen, new bitch, new wife The new general left, right? In the last years of my life No one could do it better unless they all dyke Underground hype we can't get along I'm here for a catalog, not for a song You're here for a bridge, your bridge is over I deliver heat. Your synthetic wig is over I know you're hoping I don't take notice Cause if I did the game would change as you know it Hold My Purse These bitches betta know your position Don't act different when I visit Cause when you're gone missing You'll be wishing that you was listening When I mention my intention to christen the game to a good condition You're weak. Severely, malnutrition I'm pissing all over bitches like R. Kelly Whatcha goin do? You soft ass jelly And you can't tell me, ya nigga don't feel me I feel his deli up in my belly Bedroom bully, I push down the skully And watch a nigga give me more head than Dudley's I steal a bitch's man like Angelina I then seen more men than a sports arena They were real press so I took 'em to the cleaners You betta stay on your toes like a ballerina Cause I-ma little meaner than Ike was to Tina F*ck your career up more than Adina's I'm a bad bitch! Ask about Janey I'm a beast ROWL you bitches can't tame me I'm so official. I ain't playing Let me flip it so you don't twist what I'm saying Buckshot dem no f*ck around uh stranger We no play so dem living in uh danger Ready fi bah dem una tek de uh blazing BOW! BOW! Tek de uh blazing YOW! I'm a CEO, Mid-East bitch Every artist that was let go won't sell shit I'm the best thing that entered your life You couldn't fill my shoes if you was wearing my Nike's I gave you a style so you could run with it Who the f*ck need to get high before they start spitting I say you some shit but you'd take it as a compliment That's how muthafucking dumb you is Two thumbs down, how slum you is Stop rapping you betta at forearming your dick I am Mike Tyson's fist And Steve Nash's arm, shit That's how muthafuckin strong I is My money on that long arm shit My words on that far gone shit Why don't you pay homage kid? Cause you'll never get on top like an Amish bitch
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