Man Purses

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, I'm curb certified I ain't like the rest of these dudes I'm curb certififed It's the Cons, fool [Verse 1] I ain't into man purses Or the bland verses I put more emphasis On what the fans purchase I hear your canned verses Over "Runaway," If they ain't wild The new dudes ain't got nothing to say But what's the sense in having Soldiers who kick bars If you can smell the Odor from the discharge? Vaginal secretion Might as well live up with Ms. Garrett Up in Eastland Cos I guess the Facts of Life are When you're drowning in debt And need a life guard Cos the only time you cop Is when the bike squad pulls up on the corner And you show 'em where the crimes are I feel like Ty, saying "Move that bus," I tear the house down Or any groove I touch Meaning I crush any and all competitors So soon it's gonna register: You can't touch the kid like sexual predators So notify the editors Inform all the column readers I got a lot of heaters I separate myself from the bottom feeders Cos a lot of leaders expect followers To be yes-men, cocksuckers and swallowers What the problem was? I wasn't made to quit I'd rather rock the boat And make the sailor sick And the one common thread that's in the tailor's kit is My crew ain't been the same since Amber Rose & Taylor Swift