PURSES
Baby, baby, baby, it's alright, yeah, man
Baby, it's alright, you can tell me the truth
Baby, I promise I won't go and spit it in the booth
Couldn't take him serious cause he had food on his tooth
Baby, watch your mouth, I don't need you actin' all rude
You can do this shit only and if only you knew
Baby, it's hot, I'm not fuckin', why you actin' so new
Man, I be killin' all these beats, they gon' put me on the news
I don't got nothin' in my system, I don't be sippin' booze
I just be drinkin' milk from my baby, yeah, from her boobs
I'm finna go and fuck her after this cause she got the grooves
And what I mean by that is that she got hella curves, mmm
The way she suckin' me, she got me in her ear sayin', mmm
The way she suckin' me, she got me on this shit doin' verses
Yeah, no one can compare to me, so don't do a versus
Man, these rappers don't use wallets anymore, they use purses
They don't got good luck, cause these bitches be doin' curses
I could just tell by their faces that they envy me
Say whatever in this song cause they can't ever petty me
If I did anything wrong then I promise to pay the deed
If I did anything wrong then I promise to pay the fee
Came so much in her mouth, got that shit pourin' out her earlobes
You know I'm outta the country when a pound is a kilo
He ain't never sold a brick, trust me, man, that's what we know
When everybody stoppin', that's exactly when we go
Ha, I don't gotta say more, man, fuck
Baby, it's alright, you can tell me the truth
Baby, I promise I won't go and spit it in the booth
Couldn't take him serious cause he had food on his tooth
Baby, watch your mouth, I don't need you actin' all rude
You can do this shit only and if only you knew
Baby, it's hot, I'm not fuckin', why you actin' so new
Man, I be killin' all these beats, they gon' put me on the news
I don't got nothin' in my system, I don't be sippin' booze
I just be drinkin' milk from my baby, yeah, from her boobs
I'm finna go and fuck her after this cause she got the grooves
And what I mean by that is that she got hella curves, mmm
The way she suckin' me, she got me in her ear sayin', mmm
The way she suckin' me, she got me on this shit doin' verses
Yeah, no one can compare to me, so don't do a versus
Man, these rappers don't use wallets anymore, they use purses
They don't got good luck, cause these bitches be doin' curses
I could just tell by their faces that they envy me
Say whatever in this song cause they can't ever petty me
If I did anything wrong then I promise to pay the deed
If I did anything wrong then I promise to pay the fee
Came so much in her mouth, got that shit pourin' out her earlobes
You know I'm outta the country when a pound is a kilo
He ain't never sold a brick, trust me, man, that's what we know
When everybody stoppin', that's exactly when we go
Ha, I don't gotta say more, man, fuck
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