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Racks In Her Purse
Bally Baby
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Hey, I'm infatuated with this Perc', pour a D'USSÉ, pop a Perc'
Bitch want me buy her a purse, she know I'm drinking turkey bag
He came first, nigga, you're last, better learn how to sell some
Throw them demons on his ass, he barely get your nails done
In the booth still drinking Vogue, but I've been in that mode
Ain't even gotta be the one, in the seats getting off a load
Pull up smelling just like Wawa, bitch put Baccarat cologne
I'm the type to boss her up, you the type to leave her home
You the type to break her phone, I put racks inside her purse
Bitch I talk her out her skirt, I'm tryna show the bitch her worth
My bitch got a super sofa, she don't want no Tory Burch
She know I be drinking loads, she ain't gotta go to work
Cash on me, I ain't need a visa, all this shit came off a scale
I ain't gotta punch a clock, I ain't gotta pull a scam
Niggas wan' live in my skin, won't get close to me like scams
Baby, I don't want nothing more, she don't want nothing like this
Hey, I'm infatuated with this Perc', pour a D'USSÉ, pop a Perc'
Bitch want me buy her a purse, she know I'm drinking turkey bag
He came first, nigga, you're last, better learn how to sell some
Throw them demons on his ass, he barely get your nails done
In the booth still drinking Vogue, but I've been in that mode
Ain't even gotta be the one, in the seats getting off a load
Pull up smelling just like Wawa, bitch put Baccarat cologne
I'm the type to boss her up, you the type to leave her home
'Bout her business, got a bag, I think she the one I want (come here)
Now you telling on her ass, keep on your clothes, they'll never know
Labels calling, I can't sign, they ain't talking horoscope (nah)
Ain't nobody getting your name, gotta go and get your own
Lil' brodie fucked up in the mind, he need a box
Ain't talking 'bout the one on the back of the Glock, but the one control your block, I get it
Catch me chilling with some fine bitches who act optimistic
Players be the road, it's tough, but I wasn't fucking with their business
Hey, I'm infatuated with this purse, pour a D'USSÉ, pop a Perc'
Bitch want me buy her a purse, she know I'm drinking turkey bag
He came first, nigga, you're last, better learn how to sell some
Throw them demons on his ass, he barely get your nails done
In the booth still drinking Vogue, but I've been in that mode
Ain't even gotta be the one, in the seats getting off a load
Pull up smelling just like Wawa, bitch put Baccarat cologne
I'm the type to boss her up, you the type to leave her home
(DJ Scream)