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Glasses Malone
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Purses Feat. Beach Boy
If I was perfect
If I was perfect
If I was perfect
If I was perfect
If I was perfect
If I was perfect
Caught again I'm caught again
Shit dog, I'm caught again
She going off, going off
Curse me out in front of all the friends
Rightfully, I can't argue
I'm proud of her, her heart too
That pain sharp as harpoons
Try and feel it, it's hard too man
Them tears make me feel heartless
Get the loud scenes on this
Pray I don't need karma or she better pray that I'm on this yea
Yea, that's self-restraining, self-ashaming
Little son, my mind is tainting my dick
While this hard to tain me
Bullseye wherever I'm aiming
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front
Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting
Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick
She rather be alone
And so I'm down here, at the mall
Louie store, these sells men know me
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front
Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting
Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick
She rather be alone
And so I'm down here, at the mall
Gucci store, these sells men know me
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
So many purses
So many purses
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags
Burk it, but let's see all of that new sling on my stupid ass
Keep fucking up, keep fucking up
Couple racks just to bustin up
Thank God she never bust me up
Or bust my head when I was fast asleep
Slow to marriage, fast to creep
Damn G, you a fashion's creep
Thank God for fashion
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I thank God for fashion
You done help me up, build me up
Took my mind off the pain
Whether lock er or fuck er
Either way I'm backs off the chain
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front
Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting
Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick
She rather be alone
And so I'm down here, at the mall
Versace store, these sells men know me
I cause that anguish, I cause that self-front
Her wounds heal but I keep on cutting
Wanna cut me up, like a fuck a chick
She rather be alone
And so I'm down here, at the mall
Prada store, these sells men know me
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
So many purses
So many purses
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
Tell me baby if I was perfect
If I was perfect love
Uh, if I was perfect
But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags
With stupid bags, with stupid bags
But since I'm not, your closet filled with stupid bags
With stupid bags, with stupid bags
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
So many purses
So many purses
She got so many purses,
Never meant to hurt you
But I try to make it up
It's not like I do it on purpose
She got so many purses,
So many purses
You wouldn't have so many if I was perfect love no
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