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purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars (Boss) Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollars (Boss) Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin' Oprah
First I Look at the Purse by the J. Geils Band Some fellas look at the eyes Some fellas look at the nose Some fellas look at the size Some
down It's purse first a** last Let's get this money baby Girl tell me now is you with me As long as you pay me We split the profits fifty, fifty
won't put no trust into her Just keep your phone in your purse Your purse in this draw, your shit gon' be locked and safe I won't put no trust into her
are red I don't care if her nose is long I don't care if she's underfed I don't care if her clothes are worn First I look at the purse! Some fellas
are red I don't care if her nose is long I don't care if she's underfed I don't care if her clothes are worn First I look at the purse! Some fellas
Don't call the doctor, don't call the nurse Call for the lady with the alligator purse She knows the spell to lift this curse Go find the lady with
Yeah, late for church (late for church) Yeah, switch your purse (switch your purse) Yeah, swap to Vert (swap to Vert) Yeah, the coupe dirty Yeah,
(worth) Hoe that's a couple bricks for a purse (for a purse) Bright idea, bitch, but that ain't what you're worth (woo) When you winnin' man you gotta
I told her lil mamma did you bring that work She just smile at me said it's in her purse I told her lil mamma did you bring that work Ya she just
However you want it, you don't want it, cuz when you get it it hurts Your body carried out the church Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse
that's still waiting up for you. It's cold back in Chicago, But Los Angeles' street's worse, When all you got is $29.00 and an alligator purse
all she wanted was a slurp Yo bitch on my dick all she wanted was a purse Yeah Fuck with my set, yea i'll put you on a shirt All my friends are dead
hand up her skirt Make you leave ya man and ya purse But let me see you handle it first Wait, B**** you can't twerk I don't see you putting in work Baby
Wrist water Ain’t no stopping Purse coppin’ Watch coppin’ All my ladies Keep it rocking High end, we blowing money now? Ain’t it funny now? Yes, we
spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat My asthma's getting worse Consider my career, my sweetheart dear My poor old
(hey) You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house, hou', hou') (We in the house,
(hey) You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house, hou', hou') (We in the house,
eyes are red I don't care if her nose is long I don't care if she's underfeed I don't care if her clothes are wrong First I look at the purse
to be your lover When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that
to be your lover When she starts bringin' up old dirt And the fights keep getting worse (Oh, brother) Findin' numbers in her purse Better put that
her purse Fuck putting my flesh in the dirt Shit couldn't be worse for a nigga Either blessed or you cursed See the light or you burn Still
put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse I'm number one, my birthday should've been January the first I got diamonds from my toes up
them blessings on myself Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it I
