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It's for vanity reasons
I ask her what she wanna wear
She said, "The latest season
Of that Louis Vuitton or Burberry"
She get it by the weekend
She
(Waxie)
If you got some racks Imma take 'em
Fuck some bitch then I play 'em
I got Prada, Louis, Gucci, I got money I ain't fakin'
I got bitches on my
the rolls live like a demon I’m outta control this bitch drinking my semen then leave me alone imma pass to the team then I’m hitting the road I gotta show my
every penny, what a pity
I'll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (??)
Wit a spirit that'll jealous the belly, then now
Two wanted killers slang
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
and helped me fill the void
Quite frankly it was the only thing that I enjoyed
Father unemployed, sleeping in his car
Mama kicked him out
Now I'm hearing him
anyone Kang’s come to conquer
This the uncut version every frame’s harder
These dumb fucks remain softer
Then fabric softener
Professor X all these X-Men
the magic words and you pull the handle
The jackpot comes up every now and then
And it roles around the floor there, must be twenty bucks or more there
So
Yeah
I got every pair of Jordans, every kind of bitch
Ridin' foreign cars my life is the shit (come on)
My Louis bookbag, is full of them stacks
Homey
a beast
Hop into my wip cops pulled me over
Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober
She listen to my music and she loves every verse
Now she's
the Trish, we out the walkin' now we pourin' acts
Make a couple mil off the rap then invest in tracks
Take a gamble with this shit like you be playin' crack
will pay the price for the power
Spending hour after hour, preparing his self
For the hour, now look how refined
When the mind and body is one, every
dollars
Said she want to fuck a g, tired of layin up with cowards
Now she calling up my phone (my phone)
Hit me every hour (hour)
Had to leave the bitch
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
yeah
Made it out so now we ballin' yeah
Thought I lost it
Niggas must had thought I lost it
Made it out, so now we ballin
Louis V sneakers on these
out
Just call me Louis
I’ma kill the groove by Danny Mac
Is lethal with the skill i am the king
I order you to have a pizza every meal
You acting cheesy
Damn
Drive by, five men down (bitch)
Niggas clown a lot (bitch)
Spin the bloc by dawn (bitch)
Popping pills and Glocks (bitch)
Pushing bricks in
for they riches
Now motivated by the dough, fame, and a go-getter
Dreams of signing with a label eyes on big business
Performs at some shows
Till one
sippin' St. Louis (Uh)
(Ay!) Yeah
So don't fuck with me, bitch it get petty (Uh uh)
Bitches know how I come and I fuck on they twin and then go stuff some
to feed them
Odds against me then I'm making it even
If you owe me by now you keep it
I could make the shit back and repeat it
And I don't features for free
with my madam and a fat blunt
I dump the ashes in an empty cup of grape fruit punch
I'm having fun, prima donna
Sellin’ pills and chron’
I need it by
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
Fucked a lil hoe and she ain't even know me
Ever since then I been all by my lonely
But now I smoke gas and get turnt with the homies
Bitch, Gang
But now I
gone swerve
Sinking in my seat im off the herbs
Fendi Louis Hermes or the Burb
Im the sauciest nigga on the Earth
The bitches comin too easy
Im feelin
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