Lyrics:
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
You came a long way from St. Louis,
You climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the flashy foreign cars
That were parked out in front of
Your
You came a long way from St. Louis,
You climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the flashy foreign cars
That were parked out in front of
Your
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
and baddies but niggas first
I don’t got time for that bullshit
I got money moves a young nigga gotta make
Saw the Louis on me, now she in love with me
Saw
(This has been another record)
From the hood, she'll squabble (Fight) (Brought to you in part by)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from
These niggas on me (let's get it), the bitches on me (L's)
Got designer on me, Chilanta on me
I got Gucci on me (got Gucci on me), I got Louis on me
tomorrow like I feel today if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my bag and make my get away
Oh the St Louis woman with those diamond rings
She
You came a long way from St. Louis,
You climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the flashy foreign cars
That were parked out in front of
Your
presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
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
Aye Passion
Lights camera action
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Aye Aye Passion
Lights camera action
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V
I'mma Louis V steppa (Louis V)
I don't fold under pressure (I don't fold)
Tryna' keep it in the road tryna hold us together (Tryna hold us together)
I will lay my life in war when am in love
You you should know by now
It’s a worthless fight
When you not here
I know your heart
is torn in two
It’s Christmas in St. Louis,
Christmas in St. Louis
There’s Christmas lights on the Arch,
There’ll be snow on the ground until March
From
down PCH think I need a house by the ocean
Swimmin’ in Malibu she wanna go eat at Nobu
Boujie but still will take the Hennessy & soul food
Louis Rag
You came a long way from St. Louis,
You climbed the ladder of success
I've seen the flashy foreign cars
That were parked out in front of
Your
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
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
mans bands?
I got no plans
She wanna waste
1017 And it right by my waste
Coz my drip outta space, yeah
Baby I need it
She wanna fuck me for Louis
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