Lyrics:
shirt and my sneakers
I get in my feelings and
Start buying purses for eaters
I turn all the hurt to believers
I don't fuck with rappers
Ain't sellin' no
surely blood rivers
All the people that lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish
If elephants are reaching for our purses,
Then meet me after the world
you buy a purse but ain't fuck for me
It's the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It's the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me
How you keep
is perfect (mwah)
She told me, "Talk to her nice"
Poppin' these Perkies and buyin' these purses (pop 'em)
Take-Take-Takeoff
She want a Birkin, I
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you
the end?
It was just a purse
It was just a purse, then again
I never seen a purse
Get took as personal as this
Don't make it worse
Don't make it worse
her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse (woah)
song
Had your airplane bottles from your purse out
Had a country mile smile every first down
Last thing on my mind was the football
Watchin' you,
nigga yes me nigga
Bitch yeah, it's me, nigga
I pourin lean on her Prada Purse
I'm pourin acid on her Gucci skirt
I don't give a fuck about how she feel
dirty bitches ain't even got no sass
I'm sickening, bitch gotta speak some words
I'm glittering, bitch gotta wash her purse
I've given you even more than
know it ain't worth it
Prada on all of these purses
Nowadays I feel like I'm worthless
Stop now before you get nervous
Back off, you know it ain't worth
Bitch, dis-moi pourquoi t'es mad
Ta vie est pas drôle, wô, wô
Moi et toi, on peut plus parler si
Ton purse est pas gros, wô, wô
Quand j'étais dans
Akachi in this mother fucker
Yeah (haha) uh-huh
Look
She said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
I cannot tell
I could put ya first buy a purse yeh yeh yeh
You could turn me on get me there yeh yeh yeh
I won't ever scroll through ya phone nah nah nah
Dos
what I said:
CHORUS
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,
Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
bitch
I put double C's on your purse, bitch
Damn, and they know I'm the man
I flew out your bitch
She came back with a tan
Hold up, I'm not your baby
You're the one I need, I hope this really works (really works)
'Cause everything I need is always in your purse (purse)
Back again, yeah, I'm back again
surely blood rivers
All the people that lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish
If elephants are reaching for our purses,
Then meet me after the world
with wire
You can't fence her in with words
Bet your life she's on fire
She's got a pistol in her purse
Don't sell her short if she leaves you
I buy your hair and your nails and your bracelets and purses
I hope it's all worth it (hope it's all worth it, so worth it)
Louis and Chanel
called the lady with an alligator purse
In came the doctor
In came the nurse
In came the lady with the alligator purse
Measles, said the doctor
Measles,
Nigga, don't put one hand on this frontal
'Less you can afford to replace this lace
Dropped a bag on my purse, purse, purse
That El Chapo, this that
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty)
And in person
But you're curvin'
Curvy little body, love your surface
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