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Hold My Purse

Verse I

Honey, hold my purse

I will nurse/ this game back to its worth

I will curse/ these rappers, they the worse

I'm the toughest nigga in the game wearing a skirt

Straight low blows/ I-ma hit you where it hurts

Your flow/ dead, back of the hearse

Im the new queen, new bitch, new wife

The new general left. Right?

And in the last ten years of my life

No one can do it better unless they all dike

Underground hype/ we cant get along

Im here for a catalog/ not for a song

Youre here for a bridge/ Your bridge is over

I deliver heat! Your synthetic wig is over

I know your hoping/ I dont take notice

Cause if I do, the game will change as you know itVerse II

Bitches/ know your/ position/ and dont act different/ when I visit

Cause when ya gone missing/ youll be wishing/ you was listening

When I mentioned/my intention/ to christen/ the game to a good condition

Youre so weak, severely malnutrition-ed

Im pissing/ all over bitches/ like R. Kelly

Whatcha going do? You soft as jelly

And you cant tell me/ your nigga dont feel me

Well/ I feel his deli/ up in my belly

Bedroom bully/ I push down that skully

And watch ya nigga give me more head than Dudleys

I steal a bitchs man like Angelina

I then seen more men than a sports arena

They was real press, so I took em to the cleaners

So yall betta stay on ya toes like a ballerina

Cause Im a little meaner/ than Ike was to Tina

Fuck with me, your career will be fucked more than Adinas

Im a bad bitch, ask about Janey

Im a beast! (RAOW!!!) You cant tame me

Im so official, I aint playing

Let me flip it/ so you dont twist/ what Im saying?

Buck shots! Dem no fuck around stranga!

Wi nu play, so dem livin in uh danga!

Ready fi bun dem, oonu tek di uh blazing

Blaow! Blaow! Tek di uh blazing!Verse III

I'm a CEO/ Mid-East bitch

Every artist that was let go/ won't sell shit

I'm the best thing that entered your life

You couldn't fill my shoes, if you was wearing my Nikes

I gave you a style/ so you can run with it

Who the fuck need to get high/ before they start spitting

I'd say you some shit/ but you'd take it as a compliment

That's how muthafucking dumb you is

Two thumbs down, thats how slum you is

Stop writing, youre better at forearming your dick

I am Mike Tyson's fist/ and Steve Nash's arm, shit

That's how muthafucking strong I is

My money on that long arm ish

My words is on that far gone shit

Why don't you just pay homage kid?

Cause you'll never get on top like an Amish bitch

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