Janey - Hold My Purse lyrics

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 n***a 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 b**h, 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 b**hes/ 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 b**hes/ like R. Kelly Whatcha going do? You soft as jelly And you cant tell me/ your n***a dont feel me Well/ I feel his deli/ up in my belly Bedroom bully/ I push down that skully And watch ya n***a give me more head than Dudleys I steal a b**hs 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 f** with me, your career will be f**ed more than Adinas Im a bad b**h, 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 f** 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 b**h Every artist that was let go/ won't sell sh** 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 f** need to get high/ before they start spitting I'd say you some sh**/ but you'd take it as a compliment That's how muthaf**ing 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, sh** That's how muthaf**ing strong I is My money on that long arm ish My words is on that far gone sh** Why don't you just pay homage kid? Cause you'll never get on top like an Amish b**h