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Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be louis

you left me cold, you a pussy you are broke
Fock off by my zone, you are fucking digging gold (Woee)

Ain't wonder I just go with my cash on Louis

This Our Time We Now Prove Then. Hear This!
Money, Money. Money His The Root Of Evil,
Money, Money, Money His The Root Of Evil,
If You Wanna Go By

you hating get outta my face
Woah, I'm on the way
Cartier glasses all over my face
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
Woah, I'm on the way
Louis V buckle all

flawless from the grills to the chain
I done spent lot of change, now I'm lookin' like Johnny Dang

Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through the rain

M aybe someday you'll come
To the village I'm from
Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli
Where each Saturday night
As the vino takes flight
We sing

heart, then you left
And I feel like this and this won't ever end, ever end, no

Now I'm used to waking up by myself
Without you, I feel like I'm

And break it down low to the floor, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And every time I bust a rhyme, baby, "Gimme Some More" (oh)
You say you like

E.I.

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

And break it down low to the floor, and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And every time I bust a rhyme, baby, "Gimme Some More" (oh)
You say you like

Come on
What I'm doin' to the game right now is quite disrespectful (yeah)
(Yeah, nigga)
Grandz
I didn't mean to make you niggas cry (schemin'

moved into a hostel, never meant to upset you
And every day I miss you, but like Zara Larsson, I will Never Forget You

As I watch the days go by
My heart

And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in

on the inside
Every time I ride by
Cuz they a’int wanna see me up
I been down bad, fucked up
Bounced back, now I’m up
And now they gotta come see us
I been down

Fightin in the Club

I-20

Twanked Out Down South

2004

then get out the spot
Ay black..creep out to the ride get ya shit out and cocked
In fact I'm posted by the bar like the hood-star that I'am
Don't make

sing, like prima donna
Yeah, my choppa sing
Knockout, one round in the ring
Fuck with me, then I'm gon' swing
I don't stop when there's a ding
I'm gon'

she's worried bout drive bys
In Chateau of St. Louis where only the strong survive
Searching for piece of mind I guess I'll find it with that gold
Was

We Up

50 Cent

We Up

2013

on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your

We Up

50 Cent

#d3radio8

on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your

then they die slow, pronto
Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis
That Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano
Feelin' that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie

Louis Gucci, I be saucin' in these Trueys
Got Cartier up on my frames so now I'm hoopin'
I still keep Coogi, oldschoolin' like a hoopidy
I'm ridin'

showin' up
All I wanna do is give her my love
Looking for a rebound
I'm the one you need now
Off-White, Louis V
I got something you can see
Pack your bags

and shaking this world is mine for the taking
Awaken me and bring the fire now your body is aching
Wake up in the morning to some eggs and some bacon
And then

And when the shit got ruff I step it up n delivered
So I hope they understand I ain't in it for fame
They Should know by now I got this shit in my veins
But

then she used to shop, for real
Designer, had Louis and the Prada heels, uh
Veneta to Bottega, instead of the crochets
Reposado tequila instead