| Akachi in this mother fucker
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| Yeah (Haha) Uh-huh
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| Look
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| She said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
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| I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
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| New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
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| New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it’s a stallion, yeah
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| Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won’t leave me alone, woah
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| I’m might just call her a cab 'cause she’s tryna come to my home, yeah
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| Wonder what she finna do? |
| There’s no telling, no
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| Might just break her lil' back from these racks and all
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| Might just fuck her then kick her out, next you know
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| I got money, these niggas can’t touch the floor
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| I hate when niggas talk, but ain’t doin' shit
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| If my bro got the Glock, then he shoot the shit
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| We don’t fuck 'round and cap like you new to this
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| Bitch, are you new to this? |
| Uh
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| She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the block
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| Gave her work and told her, «Bring me the profit.»
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| But be careful cause these niggas is watchin'
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| Once you made a couple bands, top me
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| These niggas hatin', ain’t never gon' stop me
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| I guess you mad cause niggas is poppin'
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| I get the bag then get to the shoppin', but
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| She-she said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block
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| Aquafina, VVS on my watch
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| Diamonds dancin', shawty throwin' the top
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| When you fly as fuck, you niggas gon' hate
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| Why I always got a meal on my plate?
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| Niggas starvin' but I get to the cake
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| Bitch, you gotta get it first or you late, uh
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| Anyways, I show 'em how to cook
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| Niggas, I can read 'em like a book
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| Niggas fishy, they be eatin' off of hooks
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| Dripped out, draped up, they shook
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| She said she need couple racks for her purse, told her go hit the block
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| Gave her work and told her, «Bring me the profit»
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| But be careful cause these niggas is watchin', like
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| She said she need couple racks for the purse, told her go hit the block, ayy
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| I cannot tell if you love me or hate me, just give me some top, woah
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| New VVS worth a thousand, I beat it up, Ronda Rousey, yeah
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| New Gucci shoes, these Italian, hop out the whip, it’s a stallion, yeah
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| Spent 80 racks on some clothes, yo' bitch won’t leave me alone, woah
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| I’m might just call her a cab 'cause she’s tryna come to my home |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purse, artist - Joey Trap. Album song Wild West, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп