Lyrics:
underground
We’re badder than the worst we put bodies in hearse
Bullets stock up in our pockets just like money in a purse
Boy get crush just like a worm, shots
sugar daddy when her purse is low
Reminds me of a story brook she curse for snow
Just a story about a young who run away
That fell in love with the yay
to the sky tell the world that I'm gone
The time I saw those purses digits on the price tag
The time I heard the worst shit and you told me it's a nice track
The real you, that is
I don't know who all of you actors is, look homie I'mma
Be happy with yourself first
Can't be coerced in needing leathers and purses
a lucky day yeah (day yeah) ooh ooh ooh
君が number one 君が special
こっそり忍ばした my number in your purse
Call me baby
Please don't forget about it, call!
scared.
Get all your CDs, get all your posters,
Get what you need from their wallets and their purses.
[chorus]
And when we're all alone
With no
want
Harder than a drama
Softer than a porn
Oh come and fill the purse a little more
You've got something special
Put it on the air
Humiliation
Yo
Yo, yo
Yo
Yo, yo
Since when the last time, you got your money's worth
D-boys in two songs, niggaz I got that Nelly curse
So dig down in your purse
and English was worse.
I held tight to my purse.
My sister did the talking and I looked down and tapped my foot
And sort of twisted on one heel.
Madame
long
So grab your coat and your purse
I'll walk out of here first
Wait about five and I'll be parked outside!
I know we ain't got no strings
I undo that skirt I take off that blouse
Think she dropped her purse when she walked in house
Oh yeah we got it going on
She suck my dick so long she
What if mi wi the type a person fi murder mi friend?
Because him barrow mi strap and nuh bring it back?
What if mi did a grab purse and a broke shop?
I'm suffering through this syndrome
Lovesick, these clubs mixed with gold diggers and birds
That only wanna be seen in VIP and show off their purse
off
We eatin' that Roscoe's, what's up wit' the hot sauce?
You lookin' like you got some, in that big-ass purse
Your daddy got you that
Would you run up
you gotta do is twerk for louie purse
Bust it open baby throw it for that Michael Kors
On all 4s its all yours
We can live up in tha hills all
Yeah, I can slow it down
But I ain't talking about verses
I know what your worth
In my head I've already bought you a purse and much more
And I got
And find some panties in your purse do you go "what have I done?" Oh no
But I'd love to be wrong about that
I'd love to have you make me take it all back
gave you the gun
Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
To mess with the best reach inside your purses
Put that money on the men with live verses
Top
I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since
bet she slurp tonight
Lames hide your wallets
Hatin' broads
Clutch your purses tight
If you ain't tryin' to live
You with the wrong crowd
And if you
and so's' a lawyer
'You know who's' a nurse
'What's his name' got murdered
Jim now wears a dress and carries a purse
The one 'voted most likely
the yellow cab
Where you lost your purse.
Trying to find some cabbage and celery and PAPRIKA.
Listening to Julio Iglesias,
In a hot air balloon.
I've
purse.
Trying to find some cabbage and celery,
and PAPRIKA.
Listening to Julio Iglesias
In a hot air balloon.
I've got my devices turning.
My
the Earth
That is where I'm going
I'm gonna pack it in my purse
And make it mine
I'll be king of the heap
I'll make it mine
I'll be king of the heap
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