Hold My Purse Lyrics - Singles - Janey

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 it 

Verse 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