Yeah, the vibe is in
She gon' slide again (one more time)
Yeah, the vibe is in (yeah)
She gon' slide again (yo)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
Ooh, cut you bitch, I'm a surgeon
Need a freak, I don't do too well with virgins
She Persian, she swallow the nut, then she purgin'
Decorate her walls, then it's curtains
Yeah, the vibe is in
She gon' slide again (one more time)
We gon' pile 'em in
Got hoes back-to-back, we gon' pile 'em in
Went to, went to, went to, Queens rockin' a New Jersey
I'm talkin' Colin, Magic, Michael, Julius, Ervin'
Ooh, man, them monkey niggas circus, yeah (yeah, mm-mm)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
I go live in that pussy
Cupid shuffle, love it, 'lectric slide in that pussy
Do your dance, let it percolate, tell me how it taste
It's your b-day, shawty, blow it like a cake
Make a wish, she say I'm her bucket list
My Rolex cost a bit, time f*ckin' with my wrist
I wake up to a bag, I treat life like a walk-through
Money is my therapy, don't know who else to talk to
I'm the type could fly
But two miles when I crawl through
Gotta make the play
I don't date when I ball through
Shout out to them pussy
They don't trip if I don't call you
I'm married to the bag
That's the reason I ain't follow you, bitch
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
BoB - Purpose Lyrics
BoB - Purpose Lyrics
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Yeah, the vibe is in
She gon' slide again (one more time)
Yeah, the vibe is in (yeah)
She gon' slide again (yo)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
Ooh, cut you bitch, I'm a surgeon
Need a freak, I don't do too well with virgins
She Persian, she swallow the nut, then she purgin'
Decorate her walls, then it's curtains
Yeah, the vibe is in
She gon' slide again (one more time)
We gon' pile 'em in
Got hoes back-to-back, we gon' pile 'em in
Went to, went to, went to, Queens rockin' a New Jersey
I'm talkin' Colin, Magic, Michael, Julius, Ervin'
Ooh, man, them monkey niggas circus, yeah (yeah, mm-mm)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
I go live in that pussy
Cupid shuffle, love it, 'lectric slide in that pussy
Do your dance, let it percolate, tell me how it taste
It's your b-day, shawty, blow it like a cake
Make a wish, she say I'm her bucket list
My Rolex cost a bit, time f*ckin' with my wrist
I wake up to a bag, I treat life like a walk-through
Money is my therapy, don't know who else to talk to
I'm the type could fly
But two miles when I crawl through
Gotta make the play
I don't date when I ball through
Shout out to them pussy
They don't trip if I don't call you
I'm married to the bag
That's the reason I ain't follow you, bitch
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
She gon' slide again (one more time)
Yeah, the vibe is in (yeah)
She gon' slide again (yo)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
Ooh, cut you bitch, I'm a surgeon
Need a freak, I don't do too well with virgins
She Persian, she swallow the nut, then she purgin'
Decorate her walls, then it's curtains
Yeah, the vibe is in
She gon' slide again (one more time)
We gon' pile 'em in
Got hoes back-to-back, we gon' pile 'em in
Went to, went to, went to, Queens rockin' a New Jersey
I'm talkin' Colin, Magic, Michael, Julius, Ervin'
Ooh, man, them monkey niggas circus, yeah (yeah, mm-mm)
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
I go live in that pussy
Cupid shuffle, love it, 'lectric slide in that pussy
Do your dance, let it percolate, tell me how it taste
It's your b-day, shawty, blow it like a cake
Make a wish, she say I'm her bucket list
My Rolex cost a bit, time f*ckin' with my wrist
I wake up to a bag, I treat life like a walk-through
Money is my therapy, don't know who else to talk to
I'm the type could fly
But two miles when I crawl through
Gotta make the play
I don't date when I ball through
Shout out to them pussy
They don't trip if I don't call you
I'm married to the bag
That's the reason I ain't follow you, bitch
What's your purpose?
I need my money urgent
Life is a bitch, hope it's worth it
I need fifty of them bitches
I need fifty of them bitches, call me Curtis
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I need curbside service
I need roadside service
Bitch, I put you on game, gave you purpose
Writer: Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Exploration Group LLC