Lyrics:
with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fucking with some hoes
At the strip club playing "eeny meeny miny moe"
Walk in side the booty club, I'm picking any
Good niggas die, I done seen that shit too often
Louis my loafers, my boo bought 'em
Bad bitch from New Orleans, no she don't do talking
Secrets is
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
what I'm like tho, don't want no side hoes
Me and and shawty sipping up the sugar from a straw hole
Tell my momma that I'm sorry
I do what I should but
Don"?
Man I fucked your mom
Sike bitch I'm kidding
Both of your responses sucked ass, So I know that you won't write back
But if you do on the flip side
Yeah
Look
I need little shorty with the brown skin
I need me a girl to move around with
She love the things I do, she love my style, yeah
I love
don't behave
Tell me when and where, I bet I won't be late
All I really wanna do is procreate
I'm a superman, you be my Louis Lane
Know you late for
business
Bitch you got nothing to do with me then
When I die Barry me with my chains on
And some all black Louis V shades on
Shorty with me going crazy
Ima
a whole round of Kush all out of dimes
Niggas ain't looking for the hood good smokes
Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm
a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact fuck you, don't need you in my life
You done did so much wrong I hope you get it right
But not at my
Ridin' in the car with no keys (straight up)
Louis V shirt with no sleeves (on God)
Slaughter Gang, nigga, I'm reppin' (21)
Chopper get to preachin',
no business there
See there's a difference here
You hustlin' so you can be seen
Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear"
I don't do it like other
cant twist yah
Bonnie and Clyde, We side as we slide,
Side by side, to keep this pimpin' alive
Do a lick for me, set a trick for me, get us some chips
could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact, fuck you, don't need you in my life (no)
You done did so much wrong I
do)
Same niggas, meet them again
(Meet them again)
Raise my little boys up to men (To the men)
Thirty thou' in like two days (Thirty thou')
My Asian
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
little all action
No talk like a mime throwing up gang signs
It’s not all about punchlines
I don’t do that
I’m a Jaguar you’re just a new cat
Now move back
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
bottles of cham-p-aign
In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
Dog I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D
em bitties
45’s for the vultures
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
So what watch you
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
The same way I
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO
DO
‘em *gunshot*
Pop in that, in that and that hood
Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods
I give props to St Louis, props to Memphis
Buck
whether that Eddie's got anything
to do with that Seventh Son business, but those were both released... those singles, within one year of each
other
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
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