Lyrics:
to be your lover
When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (oh, brother)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that
to be your lover
When she starts bringin' up old dirt
And the fights keep getting worse (oh, brother)
Findin' numbers in her purse
Better put that
Queen The HBIC
I'm like yeah come thru with
The purse
Drop a few bags let me show you
How I work
Yeah let me show you How I work work work Work
Put in
University
Real Hip Hop Queen
The HBIC
I'm like yeah
Come thru with the purse
Drop a few bags
Let me show you
How I work
Yeah, let me show you how I work,
Blow a rack on a purse
Get rich and dey see it
Rich shit I'mma get it
Get money I'mma spend it
Icy neck wit a pendant
Bad bitch rocking Fendi
Thick
Lord have mercy
She just want a perc aye
Like it’s everyday my birthday
Niggas always first place
We out the dirt aye
She just want a purse aye
We
Why you looking at my black skin
I bet you think I might fuck you up
I bet you think I might rob you
I bet you think I might steal yo' purse bitch
on me
Baby tryna suck My soul
Think she wanna purse or something
People keep turning on me
Gotta keep burner on me
Let a nigga take yo shit
Yo ain’t
the wettest pussy on earth
She give me top the way she bop ima buy her a purse
She shake it fast she throwing ass she be going to work
Woah, kelly slater I'm
I keep a grip on my person
Slide down my strip it’s a murder
When I’m with her dont make me nervous
She keep the grip in her purses
That’s why my
Told her get on my dick, not on my nerves
Trynna get rich, not buy you a purse
In love with the hustle, cant put you first
Married the game, for
and they filling up my purse (Oh my god)
Switch the whip so I look different when I dash (Oh yah)
Drop the top and now the wind can blow my cash (Rah)
Win
shawty
Cop ya purse then cop me that bughatti
But you know that I only want you shawty
Independent trappa ima schoo shotti
Went to Icebox today got that
All around the world
Hey girl, hey girl, hey girl
Zippers & your purse, hey girl
When I walk thru the door I'm a debutante
When I come thru the door
She got a glock in her purse
Bad lil bitch put my dick up her skirt
She want my D, I'ma Mav bitch like Dirk
And my dogs Yeah them niggas go berserk
Imma pay for the purse
Told her gotta wait for your turn
I’m just tryna pull up in a wraith and I skrr
Tell em if she ain’t above an eight then I curve
My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
channel inner rage, for the sake of Aye verse
But I cant go berserk
Gotta get to the purse
BIMBB, stay on alert
Been in my bag bitch, stay on alert
Couple
Chillin with your shawty I bought her a Gucci purse
Get yo money not yo funny up don't do it in reverse
If you tryna take me out I'm finna put you in
might take it out your baby purse don't procrastinate
I just made my money just to splurge while they tax away
Way to many notes up in my hands like I
Весь твой рэп - это bang bang сын
Весь твой purse - это треть алтын
Весь мой рэп - это gang bang bitch
Весь мой swag - это Алко-Стич
Весь твой рэп -
the dirt.
N*gga gotta whole lotta digits,
Make a whole lotta b*tches,
Want a purse,
But I ain’t buying no purse
the damn right!
(Krrr, Krrr)
Gotta give her money for the damn night
(Shoot / Shoot)
Gotta give her money for the purse!
Gotta put it on my Verse!
I just did
Uhnn, UhnnnnUhnnn
She said to me
"Love can't buy me a Porsche (porsche)
Put some money inna me purse (purse)
Love can't rock my world
(rock my world,
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