Lyrics:
my purse is every pill
Fake smiles, tabloid tasteless
Pretty Porsche an Fendi facelifts
Plastic noses, mannequin poses
Expensive clothes, my face
she smoke gas
She don't want a thing but some good dick, Dolce purse, Montclair furs
She bad and she know the deal
And she do it just for the thrill
in her purse
Gets me up early just to make me late for work
She's one of a kind
No cookie cutter
Yeah it melts my heart like it's a half a pad
Ghost, Burberry sweater now
Hermes purse, Learjet-setter now
Who would've thought we'd be makin' this much cheddar, wow!
Let's have a toast to my
Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse,
Nothing in my purse,
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse,
How lovely it
girl paid
Got my own baby doll house with a maid,
Alligator purses, leather on the seats,
Fabulous Girl's clothes,gucci on the feet,
Give 'em
please, find me a home.
Pennies in a purse,
Your scribbled notes for a poor fool.
I never did dream to be alone
And suffering heavy.
I break in no
Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
us, let me show you the way that G's rock
Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle
Chivalry is dead for boys, I'm more man though
Love
Fuck that before I quit this
Walk in the prise of a purse
If it don't make it dollas, nigga, then it don't make sense
If it don't make dollas, then
purse
You and me are gonna hit the open road
Unless you want a Chinese burn
Come with me, forget the cold
Let's make every step bold
It's so much
Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse,
Nothing in my purse,
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse,
How lovely it
the roof gone.
My oh my, baby it's been too long
So grab your coat and your purse,
I'll walk out of here first,
Wait about five and I'll be parked
I end up in some lame diner after I do this
With last night's lingerie in my purse
It's just a drunk text
It's just a drunk text
This is the last
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse
Too drunk to fuck
You're too drunk to fuck
Too drunk
to run up in this bitch with choppas like I'm Patty Hearst
Stylish but violent, I'll leave you in a tinted hearse
In my purse I got that .22 to get
gone and I ain't coming back this time,
I'm gonna find my home underneath the city lights oh.
Pills fall like diamonds from my purse,
Right out
HAM
Bang it up and put it in reverse
Yea, so I can put it in a verse
Yea, your purse – I put it in a hearse
You know you ain't even work
So when
She'll kiss me and she'll sniff me and she'll keep me around
Inside her purse, like a chorus and a verse
Neatly on some paper with a heart ? on down
but my Bape do
My shorty seventy, we out in Beverly
She keep a stick in her purse for my enemies
Bitch I be s-s-s-sick in my mental
She suck me up,
bags, then got bags with them too
Fuckin' hoes with my brothers going in their purse
Them niggas was actin' a fool
Don't inquire with me on what
This a different level you heard
Look
Got bricks like free throw
Purp make me lean back like Fat Joe
Tool in my bitch purse Home Depot
Baby
Bacardi!"
Denis the Menace, the alcoholic version
Tell them chicks chill, I ain't bout' to rob your purses
'Cause I changed, now I make enough to pay for
Touchin' on some titties, taking change out your purse
Undercover agents, I can spot a mile away
Yo, I hate the fucking cops, NYPD get away
Underground
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