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hunid bands and a rari
Just pull out all the Louis bags, with the money
Rose petals fall when we pull up to the scene
Bullet shells married in the streets

Paper Route (yeah)
Choppers next door in that vacant house
Try me, homes
I'll give your mama something to pray about
Louis heels, Louis bag, yeah
That's

Okay they think that I need them
She say that she love me
It's funny I know she don't
Knock knock comes the money oh honey it ain't no joke
Second I

rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,

inside of the
Spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle
Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs for myyou

snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden

[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap

Tucked beneath my waist band
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
With a 50 Cal' on my left shoulder (Boom)
And a 45 on the right one (Bow)
Aim a 12 Gauge at your ugly face

Hands of a Dead Man

Master P

The Ghettos Tryin to Kill Me!

1994

first time in jail nigga gone need some friends 
By the way youngster what's your name 

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman

pack (money)
Always told I won't get it 
But they say I don't listen 
It could be 4th and 50
It still feel like 1st and 10

All my life I've been

nicks and dimes
Tuck the fifty's and blues
Give wifey the tens and fives
Can't be content with just gettin by
A nigga fly
Walk through
Bitches get

never met a nigga like me
Four pockets full, one pocket filled with 50Gs
When I sell these 50Ps, bae, we going overseas

These the brand new Louis, yeah,

is beefin'
Bloody murder
In the '80s, he had suede Louis seats in the 'burban
Did dirty, his sentence start turnin'
Look at life, took advice from

the streets calling 
Gimmie that bag for the show or else I ain't performing 
don't worry my nigga I'm on it 
don't worry my nigga I'm on it 
don't worry my

it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up

Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,

are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated, cause I immigrated from
This singly-bred little place in

Let's Roll

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)

[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three

*Adlibs*

Izzy 
Look... Aint near nigga snatch a chain or jewel on me yet, ice ice baby on me drippin VVS,
No drive by hop out walk down on em like

and that's a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack

[Chorus]

[Game]
Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh
Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm

Man Of The Year

Lil Wayne

Too Hot

2012

Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That's why

42nd Street

Dick Powell

Du Barry Was a Lady/The Sky's the Limit/42nd Street

1997

too
Forty second street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
Its the song I love the melody of
Forty second street
Little nifites from the fifties

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I

Mr. Scarface

Scarface

Mr. Scarface Is Back

1991

the motherfuckin' pro 
One nigga got pissed 
And started reachin' for his shit 
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool 
Like I said before, you don't get a second

(I'm here for the same reason you is, man
I want some crack)

Rich nigga, got it out the mud
Made it out the street
Got two bad bitches on they
Knees