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brought up
Next
Working for the money 'cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass better show me some re-spect

(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy
brought up
Next
Working for the money 'cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass better show me some re-spect

(Boss)
Michelle Obama, purse so heavy
brought up
Next
Working for my money
'Cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass betta show me some respect

Boss Michelle Obama
Purse so heavy gettin'
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
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
brought up
Next
Working for my money
'Cause that's what my momma taught me
So yo ass betta show me some respect

Boss Michelle Obama
Purse so heavy gettin'
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
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
(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
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
Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys
the house, hou-, hou-)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We
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
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys

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