Joey Purp – Monologue. Lyrics

Produced By: Thelonious Martin
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[Intro]
Purple
Baby let me give your place a face lift
If you don't have taste I'm not trying to taste it
And I know that joke was tasteless
But I'm just tired of dealing with these hoes thats basic

[Verse 1]
I said, fuck is a blog?
I'm killing these hoes
Niggas shop at the mall
I ain't feeling their clothes
Chance pass me the ball
Vic with the assist
Your sister all on my balls
Your bitch fixed me a dish
I told her I drive a Caddy
She said, "that bitch dented"

Your ex-man drive an Audi, ma
That bitch rented

And plus my wood full grain
You could get splinters
And doors do karate kicks when you get in it
Get it?
I need a bad ERRRR
Watch the bitch swerve
Hands on the head let the wind make the whip swerve
These hoes average
I want her as is
That's no changes
She low maintenance
I told her, "I'm not into throwing old faces
I just want to get to see your O faces"
Oh baby, that's so flagrant
But she applauds my effort, ovation
But really she deserves a standing O
Hit it in the shower
In other words a standing O

Now SaveMoney like a new religion
Now SaveMoney like a new religion
And she say "Now SaveMoney like a new religion"

I guess the question is, "who am I?"
Whether you're Jewish or a newer Christian
The savior still gets crucified
Now Baby let me give your place a face lift
If you don't have taste I'm not trying to taste it

And I know that joke was tasteless
But I'm just tired of dealing with these hoes thats basic

Young nigga shopping out the catalogue
My life like a movie but turn the cameras off
Soon as we hit the bedroom, she turned the camera on
Said she's into the theatre, took a seat, vagina monologues
Old head asked me what I'm on
I said, "I'm shining, dawg"
Tired of all these niggas talking bout the shit they kinda on
Junya Watanabe, Nakamura, my designer on
Sushi roll with brown rice flow
This shit kinda raw (Let that run)

Save Money in the house
Save Money in the house, uh
Save Money in the house
Where you tryna go
Now Baby let me give your place a face lift
If you don't have taste I'm not trying to taste it
And I know that joke was tasteless
But I'm just tired of dealing with these hoes thats basic
Now Save Money like a new religion
I guess the question is, "who am I?"
Whether you're Jewish or a newer Christian
The savior still gets crucified

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