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fry.Invite the neighbors over.It’ll be a red giant, but not a supernova.
When the sun is gonna blow up,The sun is gonna blow up,The sun is gonna blow up,And

gonna blow
Red-bottoms drip when they hit the floor
Saucing in Louis, Balenci my toes
Guala dropping when I walk in the store
Everybody want commission

yeah)
The red light (slatt)
Or the midnight blows (slime slime slime)

Did it did it by myself yeah
Didn't need no help yeah
I remember it was just me nobody else yeah
Louis V my belt yeah shoppin' for my stress yeah

momma
Like they momma so that'll kinda fuck her up
Low key, them collared shirts got a button up
You say he got a lot of
Blow he better button up
100

Everybody Jam!

Scatman John

Weekend Party

1997

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

soul
Like the cocaine
Black series
On drill blows up
Light by this path this path
Red the signal like
The violence violence
The beats I came up with
Came

rocking Gucci
And Supreme Louis Vuitton
I don't give a fuck
About what you say
Cause when I'm finna blow up 
That shit fly right in your face
Yuh
I ain't

I don't fall inlove I gotta go (go go)
Got a lil draco I let it blow (blow blow)
Told the devil that I'll never sell my soul (no no)
And my new bitch

to kill Im-a rage for the thrill
Spilt red blood on my red bottoms, Ice too chill
No flash when I'm inside
Unless you wanna be blind

Beam see right through

This doesn't help my case
Just blows up by face
Yeah you know I'm working til I'm dead dead dead
That'll be a whole lotta red red red
I just wanna be in

like that song
Wanna watch "Zapped" but I ain't got that long
My girl blow that trumpet like Louis Armstrong

I'm as Greek as a gyro from Arby's (not

Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha Top
They Know We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop

[Young Jeezy:]
Louis Vuitton Doin Nuthing But Wrong

the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself

the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough (Ayy)
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough (Ayy)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him

when they see us in traffic
Cause they know we take the scene
And I keep a sexy bitch and yeah boy she gonna spray for me
Her name is Nina by the way

Ain't Sayin' Nothin' [Remix]

Fat Joe

Lil Wayne & Friends, Vol. 4

2008

You ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin nothin', 
You ain't

And I thought you were the nicest
I put you at the top of my price list
Make a nigga take his chain off
Make him iceless
You blow my mind
That’s why

the block, get this dough by any means
Fat Bitch gotta fuck her ass in Skinny jeans
Blow up like a dynamite, 100’s in my Lobe
Pull up in a Bentley Truck, Bad

up, only for a minute
She want me to come and blow her back out
Oh and you won't get her back now
I just got that brand new whip and got it blacked out

the price I spent
Boy I got cash like I work for mint
Got Louis on the belt with the diamonds in it
Might blow a whole half a mil on one whip
And go get

Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down

for a Louis sweater (muh)
Slide through a man's chimney like Santa (baow)
I know my guy will do it for a Louis sweater (muh)
Slide through a man's

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip