Lyrics:
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
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
Louis Saddles on my horse when I ride (When I'm riding)
Better watch out for them torchlights (Watch out!)
Cause, I ride fast in the nighttime (So fast)
for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came
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
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
talking (Bitch)
I see you digging a hole for the young boy
But you the only one that's gon' fall in
I'mma Louis V steppa (Louis V)
I don't fold under
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
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
(let's get it)
Flippa
Designer (designer), yeah, it's on me
I got Frosted Flake Cookies, you might mistake me for Tony
OTF Migos gang, those are my
made this year and
That be that the reason that you hatin'
Plus, I smoke the bombest weed
I call it Californication
A island for vacation
I'm piling
here-abouts
Well baby, I've got news for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I
(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
Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Louis V Backpack
Say you wanna see the real
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
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
"Don't you wear no black.
Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back."
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself,
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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
a queen by my side
And she ride and ooo she bad
Who you know do it quite like this?
Told the jeweler just ice my wrist
GIA certified diamonds
Yours look
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
pulls her man around by the apron strings
If it wasn't for powder or that store-brought hair
That man of mine he wouldn't go nowhere nowhere
I got
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