"Purple Rain" lyrics

Bright lights, big dreams
Nice night or so it seems
Stroll in the club with her tight fit jeans
Praying that she might get seen by a nigga with a contract
With a sports team or just a nigga that you figure could afford things
Like more rings for her fingers
She used to fuck singers but said they're too soft
Just copped a new loft
For you walk into her crib got to take your shoes off
That's only step one, Your dress is next, hun
You say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son
But lead the way to your bedroom. King-size bed. So, we got leg room
She give queen-like head. So, we got head room. My God
Than I work her like it's my job
Her moans are like music to my ears. iPod

And then I hit the door
'Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before

Check it, I make the rich bitch beg
Make the good girl steal
Make the old ladies blush
Make the young hoes squeal
For real, for real

Good girl huh, father was a preacher
Sent her off to college thought he got her on a leash though
From the outside, man, them girls be the squeakiest
You get 'em inside them girls be the freakiest

Mischievous, downright devious
Say she want cake I got all the right ingredients
Running 'round fronting like a pure white virgin
Gave a nigga dome while her father gave a Sermon
Amen, let the choir sing
She be walking 'round campus like the quiet thing
Some niggas scared to approach when they're admiring
Man if they know like I know she got that fire thing
Pour a little OJ with some P-trone
I'm feeling OK, but homie she's gone
When remmy Rev called she just ignore him
I had her calling on God 'til the wee morn
And then I hit the door nigga

'Cause baby I got to go
Oh yeah don't act like you don't know
I know you've been through this before

Check it, I make the rich bitch beg
Make the good girl steal
Make the old ladies blush
Make the young hoes squeal
For real, for real