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had a long day (Day)
Pull up, pull up
Put ya car in park
Throw ya keys in ya purse
Gotta massage waitin on you that's first
Let me ease ya mind here

songs so you finally understand
I'm glad your gone bitch this is only one verse
Prepare for what I got and no I'm not stealing your purse
It's time for me

vinyl 550, I love to ball
Got a bitch doing scams, flashy she swipe it all
[?] and he wipe it all
Wipe my purse of the [?], proceed to lent it all

girl purses
I ain't nervous
I'm confident with what I bring to it
At peace with what I've been through, it's
Nothing, next year, I'mma bring Lewis

Nails, hair, hips, heels, ass fat, lips real
Purse full, big bills, bitch I'm a big deal
Legs, legs, face, eyes, thin waist, thick thighs
You, me,

hit like Sonny Bell, on the ?
See me on the real, you be clutching at the purses
(Sucka you're shit) I'm seeing through the smoke and mirrors
Tryna

Goodbye honey I understand gyal
Your purse party's time testing 
We see again can we see again 
Can we see again? 
Catch honey think again
Can we think

हैं (ओह ओह)
खोल के purse दिखलाऊँ (ओह ओह)
अरे चिपक के बैठूँ साथ तेरे मैं (ओह ओह)
Taxi में ले जाऊँ (ओह ओह)
अरे समझ ना मुझको ऐसा-वैसा
मेरे बटुए में है

of ya
I don't work it
She want the purchase
She want the purse but she cannot put the work in

I been out my feelings now I'm
I been out my feelings

clutching the heat
Steal watches and purses
Still nothing to creep
J.Lo wedding planner in the opening scene
Some still stuck in the streets
But I

bitch a Dolce & Gabanna purse (I did, yeah)
Just keep my heart in it, baby (keep my heart)
And if I die don't let 'em tarnish it, baby
Don't let 'em

the whole day

Master called the pews up
Man it's hard to choose up
Purse it matches everything, had to charge a few up
What else did I do today, I was

baptized
Sellin' niggas purp 'cause they hurt, man, I know they hurt
What's a nigga purse? Man they marked, yeah, you know it's murked
Five fingers

What Is Love?

Lisa Mitchell

Warriors

the front-row seat
Of the greatest show on Earth, for what it's worth
An empty purse is all you need
A birth of bees
Will I ever be what you are to me?

Oh,

scratching the surface
Love your color coordination, shoes matching your purses
Do hundred on the dash while she rapping my verses
We don't even know where

The nigga brought my family up, he earned it
Not nan nigga sticking to the code
They only stick to buying purses
But yeah nigga, the vengeance in me worth

the mac in the purse (brr)
And no I ain't talking 'bout makeup

Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I'm smoking dope with the demons

lock that phone up in that purse 'cause ion do the cameras
Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwing a tantrum
If I can't pour up with

Home Boys Home

Blarney Lads

Seven Drunken Nights

2000

a-growing green in the old country

"Well, if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse
With gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse
And if it be

these bands
Ain't here to play no games wit ya
Tats in my skin, racks in my purse
He was talkin' down, I made his girl put it in reverse

Dealing

I went three steps backward, but then I came through four
Man's never brought jakes to my mum's door
Man's tryna put P's in my mum's purse
Man's

downstairs, saw your purse sittin' in the hallway
Thinkin' "what's that about?"
But you came around the corner, with a can of hairspray
Let me hit the replay

up to your funeral
In the uniform I left the club in
Man purse with a fuckin snub in it
Yo Atlanta I don't get no love in it
I just get racks

showed
So she picked up her purse and headed back home