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in the booth with my purse and all
And I'm feeling this beat got me going on
Getting hot, yea I'm sweating I'm showing off
Look
I'm the shit, tell 'em

But I put blue racks in her purse huh
I don't get it
How you acting fake
You see me wake up in the morning and chase it
Look in the mirror tell myself I

slaying the giants
Bite em like a brown widow watch em break when they dying
Tell your broad tell the truth, pack her out if she lying
Or steal her purse

wave catch me if it can

So take a little look into my purse
Arrived with all the rest a roving verse
I keep them by the desk and pen my name

a twinkity wet shirt
Pull up with a bitch with
Thirty two hundred on the purse
Only fuck with homies
Thirty two hundred on a verse
These rappers getting fame

We bout make a classic
Uh oh yeah
Bad girl from Persia
Got her pearls
Got her pearls
wanna be your man
got your purses
Yeah she got me high

the one I hate to mention
I'll admit my mistakes yeah
Fuck that bitch she's worthless
Bought her everything
So now she's purse less bitch

I hate you a lot

you got it worse
I remember stealin' earrings from
My aunt's purse
Givin' them to the girl at school
What a jerk where I'm from
I couldn't wish started

of the clique
Runnin' 'round with your damn
Purse and them tit's piece of shit
Huh, that's you type people
You ain't nothing new type people
You make me want

scared to ask for help
Or you might end up in a hearse
They're calling you a faggot
Asking where's your fucking purse
They throw you in the locker
Fuck

follow everything I do I'm your big papa

I'm a throw your hands in the fire bitch
But I'm a take your legs first
Keep your toes in my girls purse
Hang you

sober she got a 30 in her purse
When I dropped that new album now you wanna be all on me
Fuck all these fake bitches they clout chasers they not really

me some shit up for certain buy me some Gucci n get her purses
Can't fake for shit this how it is how you gone call it splurging
Showed the snakes time

'em a little mercy
It's about who did it right it ain't bout who did it first
Why I got the birds in the flocks with they purses out
Leave you shaking

another 
Me put money inna purse mek you full a dollars 
Mek a toast to you gyal 
Fi you contributions 
You my baby my babyo 
Gyal me affi make you know

an Angel, God granted my wish
Tonight gon hit her with some Grown Man ish
Lil game made her grab her phone
In her purse
Don't reach for mine
Cuz if she want

your purse
Oh, I, oh, I'm gon' spend tonight
When you're cooling me down, you don't need to stress
It's those sweet, sweet things I love (love)

for you
I fill up ya purse with Jackson and benji
And that's because I adore you
I Cristian Dior you
Hit me wen you touch down
Cause I'm tryna score too

a ear up to the streets
Other one on money machine
Trying calculate my net worth
Pockets was empty that shit hurt
Now double g my bitch purse
Trying

it gotta go put God 1st got to get that Load trying to get that Purse Thanking God Thanking God  Don't make it hurt, but when the pain comes i feel it

shit
Real paid
My glock in her purse
And she ain't saw shit
Hair laid
Dancing in the club with all her friends
The vibes she in
She bossy
You know she

afraid to get naughty

Slide in a hearse
Baby put a Glock in her purse
I think I'm in love I need me a nurse
She gon twerk to my verse
I can't take no more

back
Then you know that ima clap it
If we run it back
Then I'm gonna beat her back in
Then I'm digging in her purse had to get it out the Backend
I'm

trunk on that ass, keep jumping
Bankrolls in the denim, blue hunneds
Stepped in with my twin, they like thumbing
Throw the Glock in the purse, keep