Lyrics:
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
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
whaddya say?
Get out the way, let Louis play
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Take a lesson that I learnt from Louis
He only give it to us 'cause he knew it
in her cubicle
Spin ya head right round when im down
Give ya something you ain’t use to
My prima donna ain’t been caring for
Herself
My prima donna
happen
Look at his face he cappin'
I ain't stupid, wet up ya clothes with a
Big nose it ain't mucus
This thot I got from St louis
Gave the whole crew head
heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm
and strike fear in his sight
Round two comes down a thunderbolt from Zuess
And your head Starts spinnin’ like Beetlejuice
That’s not even deuce or a prop
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
Shoutout Virgil Abloh
Ipso Facto I'm that guy
(Yea,Yea)
Okay yellow beam brown Glock, Louis Gunshots
Shoutout Virgil Abloh
She want alimony, ride me
go 'head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from
on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone
on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn
Lunatic, five strong
King kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they
Got it
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
by the several
I'm in your city for one night, bitch, clear schedule
And she said she on a period, I hope the head serious
Curiosity done killed
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
I, I know a little bitch by the name Shanelle
Always wearin' Louis, but fake Chanel
I'm just tryin' to nut like Chip and Dale
That's some funny-ass
Chorus:
Thug love, to all of my cats
that went out of town to hustle and nevercame back
Thug love, to all my cats
that's in jail forever,
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
survive
That cat was blessed, yeah, yeah
Murder for fun y'all niggas
You know we good with them hammers and guns
You know if you hit 'em in the head
We gon'
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