Zabrina - Hold My Purse Lyrics

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
I'm the new queen, new bitch, new wife
The new general left, right?
In the last years of my life
No one could do it better unless they all dyke
Underground hype we can't get along
I'm here for a catalog, not for a song
You're here for a bridge, your bridge is over
I deliver heat. Your synthetic wig is over
I know you're hoping I don't take notice
Cause if I did the game would change as you know it
Hold My Purse

These bitches betta know your position
Don't act different when I visit
Cause when you're gone missing
You'll be wishing that you was listening
When I mention my intention to christen the game to a good condition
You're weak. Severely, malnutrition
I'm pissing all over bitches like R. Kelly
Whatcha goin do? You soft ass jelly
And you can't tell me, ya nigga don't feel me
I feel his deli up in my belly
Bedroom bully, I push down the skully
And watch a nigga give me more head than Dudley's
I steal a bitch's man like Angelina
I then seen more men than a sports arena
They were real press so I took 'em to the cleaners
You betta stay on your toes like a ballerina
Cause I-ma little meaner than Ike was to Tina
F*ck your career up more than Adina's
I'm a bad bitch! Ask about Janey
I'm a beast ROWL you bitches can't tame me
I'm so official. I ain't playing
Let me flip it so you don't twist what I'm saying
Buckshot dem no f*ck around uh stranger
We no play so dem living in uh danger
Ready fi bah dem una tek de uh blazing
BOW! BOW! Tek de uh blazing YOW!

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 Nike's
I gave you a style so you could run with it
Who the f*ck need to get high before they start spitting
I say you some shit but you'd take it as a compliment
That's how muthaf*cking dumb you is
Two thumbs down, how slum you is
Stop rapping you betta at forearming your dick
I am Mike Tyson's fist
And Steve Nash's arm, shit
That's how muthaf*ckin strong I is
My money on that long arm shit
My words on that far gone shit
Why don't you pay homage kid?
Cause you'll never get on top like an Amish bitch