Lyrics:
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life,
me
I ain't beefin wit nobody if it ain't about no bread
I got niggas doin life
And I got niggas that are dead, shawty
You deserve the Gucci, loui
[Louis Logic]
Whatcha think cause ya neck and ya wrist go bling
That ya shit don't stink? Faggot asses doin' the Sisqo thing in a thong
y'all ain't
chasing all the wrong things
If life just a dream I'm taking risk by any means
It's Nothin but stars around me
come in the clouds wit me Yeah
cll this
Wake up to reality
Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world
The longer you live, the more you will realize
That the only things that truly
myself some bape
Stas and some louis too
If you talkin' out your mouth
Leave you black and blue
Drop a weight on his head
Like it's Looney Tunes drop shot
game, I tore my ACL
I said that I need a sure thing, she said, "Okay, Miguel"
How many millions did I make this year? Maybe twelve
All I need's
know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got in my
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
N****z is dying tomorrow
We, bet on all
on me
And keep doin' your thing
You'd be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first
I know you're not perfect, but girl, you're still worth it
You basic (basic lil bitch)
Every fuckin' thing I wear costs a thousand, or better, ayy (or better, look)
Fo' a Gucci sweater, 3000 (Gucci, Louis
let it pass by
I been more focused than ever
I aint even gonna lie
They even know a niggas was nice
Doin my own I aint into the hype
Lately I been
Yeah
Yeah
No Replacement
Look, I gotta lotta that
I make it stack like a Big Mac
I need a lotta that
They love to hear if I'm doin bad (they do)
can see
That I never ever felt this it's so new to me
So I'm clinging to your waist like that Louis V
It's like a scene that's so cliche
So meant to be
me shoot it at that nigga
I put the fire on his ass, wait
Louis Vuitton my bag
She for the street but she got ass
She my lil' freak but she got class
Ain't chu like something the kid, Jay or Puffy
Ridin' Phantoms is nothing ain't that lifestyle lovely
Ain't it true ya chain doin' exotic things
remember doin' robberies in OG
Know some niggas on the block but they don't know me
Ridin' by my Dodi, so I gotta keep a 40
Showin' all this love
Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from
thinkin' they got it goin' on
Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya home
Check the background, St. Louis clown from the U-Town
Fourteen, pimp
listen to hip hop got it high in the rafters
It's like Louis Prima singing songs inspiring rappers
I'm a sign of bad luck
Lining stacks up
And she's been
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
know that I'm doin' my thing
Put me in the motherfuckin' pamper, lil' nigga, you already know that I feel like the shit
Fake love in the air, hold my
and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go
Walt went to St. Louis
Had a full ride for his hoopin', him
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
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