Lyrics:
Jon Hamm,
You know it won’t kill us, just one more time through Tilles
I’m assuming that’s where Santa will land
He’ll be greeted by our two
"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
go by you'll soon forget me
They say he was the king of bling, jewels, and Bentleys
Then they use one of my lines just to prove I'm guilty
Don't let
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
Bar be poppin' like it's a nightclub
Saturday, still off the heezy for sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)
in her cubicle
Spin ya head right round when im down
Give ya something you ain’t use to
My prima donna ain’t been caring for
Herself
My prima donna
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
Monsieur, don't argue -
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? Written !
"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel
and different things like
that. It was nothing like now, you know? Those days wasn't like now, not
then. And we just played for weddings, and dances, and,
Donna are you leaving here for good
Oh Prima Donna you're so misunderstood
Don't forget to say goodbye
Before you go
Never forget that we're still
Here
wanna squash it what you still talking shit for?
Hey,
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
Where I
ever she needs
Even the mary jeans
Get it by any means
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
No
Pray for
Pray for
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
Pray for Saint Louis Ave
20 years ago I was posted
fine
I want u for me
I feel alright
Alright when u by me
It's a lifestyle
With a popstar
Shawty just tell me what you want yea
Louis V bag
With
a Coupe'
I know I be driving to fast
Gotta CU I drop it by 2
Dior on my bae
Louis shoes no bape
Dior on my bae
I pray for a Chase
I made 50k
Amari no Balmain
effect
A field plagued by the intellects
So win or lose better sharpen your tools
In case I pass over in a sec
You niggas interfere my shooters in
the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me, blrrrd
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip (blrrrd, yeah,
like you was that kind of the man that she wanted
Split her thighs for paper she diamond dancing for money
Chasing another life, on the surface calm
the Louis V backpack (backpack)
They know I hang where the dawgs at (yeah)
We know you hang where the rats at (rats at)
I'm a big dawg, lil' nigga, I turn
"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
sons one thing you will learn,
For everything the north gives, it exacts a price in return."
They worked side by side in the orchards
From morning
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
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