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