Lyrics:
on my phone
I gotta tell her see her later
Put my pistol in her purse
And she don't even need the papers
I got Jiggas , I got cuttas,
I got killas, I got
My top play, he smoke all month, but still pay me mines by the first
Shut up, bitch, this a Louis gun bag, this ain't no fuckin' purse
Send them blues
feeling worse
I know what you really worth
Baby girl, I put you first
I'm finna buy you a purse
Then you could hold all of my percs
I'm finna buy you
Make my mama bail me out
Before I ride in a hearse
I done came a long way from robbing
Snatchin a purse
Fucking other niggas bitches
Prolly gave me
me off for a minute i could see her thirst
Her heels was red bottom and her purse was a dooney bourke
Her heels was red bottom and her purse was
what happened
I keep a clank and a ratchet
Yeah, that shit in her purse
I know these hoes wanna lurk
I got some new bitches, they tryna flirt
This shit
no more
before before me with youu na friends
i no no wetin i go call you sef
you be enemy a friend or frenemy
situation me with you dey purse
ਲਈ ਦਿਓ
ਉਹ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਹੀਰੇਆਂ ਦੀ ਚੁੰਨੀ ਲਈ ਦਿਓ
ਡੋਰੀਆ ਲਾਹੋਰੋ ਲੈਦੂ ਕੋਕਾ ਨੀ ਕਰਚੀ ਦਾ
ਲਈ ਦਿਆਂਗੇ Purse ਤੈਨੂੰ ਘੈਂਟ Wars chi ਦਾ
ਹੋ ਡੋਰੀਆ ਲਾਹੋਰੋ ਲੈਦੂ ਕੋਕਾ ਨੀ ਕਰਚੀ ਦਾ
feeling worthless
I'm taking my girl out i'm buying her purses
I'm waiting for someone to tell me it's worth it
I don't see the evidence in any person
I'm
a motherfuckin' clit
Yeah, Trina actin' bad, it's Trina with the bags
Last name Banxz, so understand that
It's a Kel Tec in this purse
Ain't no makeup in this bag
got 10 cars, that's my thing
Lookin for a motherfuckin championship ring
Lookin for a motherfuckin perc for my fling
Lookin for a purse for my boo
that purse
Come and get your brother he a fiend In the corner just eatin' perks
Everybody talk tough, till they see me right in person
Everybody wanna
shaking her hips, I knew she was classy
Like, YSL came on her purse, damn, she put the gun in her purse
Like, that is my oota , my flirt, I throw
your bluff
A couple of the times you broke my purse
The rest of the time we had a good
I'm not ashamed to admit that I was in love
I'ma keep it real
the brakes when I hit them curves
Your woman come first
I ain't even flirt
She backstage with some rubbers in her purse
Backstage with a emo girl
She cursed,
Slick back
Then she started trippin', tell me, nigga, I'm pretty as hell
Give me some nails, brand-new purse Channel, Louie V IG Flex
Swim suit, chillin'
of hurt
Tryin' to live in a world full of hurt
So we pop up some purse
And we don't ask no one for no purse
Ayy, this word, also a vibe
Up on the hump,
she already chose
You a clown lil homie, here take a red nose
Told her get in the foreign
She said which one?
She said buy me a purse
I said which one?
lashes
Take a little trip to her crib, then I'm back quick
You'd think Id crash v the way I pushed the whip
Popped a little perky in her purse, come on,
make it work
She want her a Birkin, ain't had a purse
It was just last year, I went through my worst
You was respecting the hustle, you was serving work
Nigga throw them hands down, you not affiliated Bitch said she love the game, I took her purse
and then I made her hate it Big bro told me play that
give a fuck ima mention this, uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about , uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair ,
was rich girl I'd hit em with my purse
Hit em with my purse, I hit em with my verse
Hit em with my words, and I hit em with my curse
Hit em with
get paid
She just wanna stay
She just wanna play
I know it won't be for long
Shawty gotta be on her way
Designer shades & Chanel purses
Baby you get it
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