Lyrics:
Written by b. setzer
Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend
to hide
Until her father found her secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own and it's vicious out
Years go by, now I got
to hide
Until her father found her secret out
Now he flipping out, he kicked her out
She living on her own and it's vicious out
Years go by, now I got
Louis Vuitton
Just like my moms
Ice in my veins
Blood in my palms
Bitch you gonna ride
Wheels autobahn
We can go fast
No Ramadan
I need a chip
Feel
(Ahh)
Louis V Step (Uhh)
Mmmmmmm
Know you can't step with me if you ain't getting your Louis V Step on
Big stepper stepper only shit
(What?)
(Yeah)
Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Sempre più capo dei capi e voi zitti
Prima vi salto e poi vi schiaccio Blake Griffin
Ma non parlo di Meg, rappo e parlo di
We are in a bed, she’s really gone wild
Im in the pool, catching the breeze
She wanna know more about me
Crashed her defence by louis the v
Fuck her
Hey, Louis Prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'Cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend don't want me around
Look at the bag is louis V
Chains Smokers in the trap house
Sayin fuck all my enemies
Bad bitches in the bandoo
Wanna know which one is onto me
I
Cambia
Se penso alla mia vita prima senza nada
Ciò che non quadrava prima mo' fra quadra
Ciò che volevo fra prima non mi basta
Questa vita è un
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Them basic bitches wear that shit
So I don't even bother
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hit my Plug get a ounce
Stuff it all in a Louis bag
A Louis bag did this shit to brag
Hit my Plug get a ounce
the Louis Bag on
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I don't go outside with the Louis Bag
I don't go outside with the Louis
dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it 'round in the air
Alright, okay, I don't dance,
in di summer
Want all a dem by mi side
Party tun up, dawg it fuckin' tun over
Rum and di gal dem collide
Mmmm
Louis, Louis out
Seh mi fresh
can't deny
Are you an angel in disguise
I want your lips and the Louis
Carpe my diem
Come over and pursue me
Grab you by the hips
As we move so smoothly
Lil' mama, let us start some drama
Stay collecting commas
Buy anything you wanna
You my prima donna
Louis V and Prada
Got Dolce and Gabbana
Spend it
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
(okay)
I don't dance (I don't dance) no way (no way)
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in
deep, like Trojan
Hermes and Louis shoes
Hermes and Louis shoes
Fly niggas don't follow rules
Keep them hammers, we carry tools
Hermes and Louis shoes
in his head
Cursed by the truth that is lived but never said
A mad man who can never move on
My best friend is Louis Vuitton
Lonely is the man that
St. Louis woman
With your diamond rings
St. Louis man
You just
You just don't mean a thing
You came a long way from St. Louis
You climbed
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