Man Purses

[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