Lyrics:
rock Louis Vuitton what you on yea
Tryna put my family on
I get that check and we gone
I get that check and we gone
Yea this real gold on my charm
I
I nor go play you like balotelli
I wanna keep you for eternity
Buy you Dior, Louis Vuitton
Take you to mama, eat some shitor
Buy you Dior, Louis
I said The Lip
(No, man, she means Harry James)
I said The Lip
(You mean Louis Prima)
I said The Lip
(Noo, Lip er ace)
(Yip yip yip yip)
No one plays
Bottom line let them heats hit you
I got in shape I ain't take a lunch break
The devil in my face for 11 months straight
I let em eat for 7 weeks, I layed
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
the panties and the bra
He be like can I fuck you in the kitchen
I be like yea funny you should mention
Cause I wanna fuck a nigga by the sink
Treat the pussy
for it, let it sit there
I got check on top of check
Drank is always poured hoes on top of hoes
Had a threesome with some hoes I ain't know
You would
Missouri too.
So naturally I got my doubts, you got 'em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
What's that in your bottle? Sippin'
On lean by the liter
God damn Quavo, you movin' too slow
What the lean go for?
We can chop it up in the bando
I ship
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
niggas hatin'
Yeah, I'll do it for you baby girl
Ahhh
Ion give a fuck
Come to my life
I need you by my side
Mamu in the billing bitch
You know what it is,
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
the Rhyme
You prima donnas like a virgin Madonna, but borderline
Bunch of borin' lines noone fallin' for, so fall in line
The punchline, I'm like
a rake
I hope you got it when the pistol drawn
Might be to gangsta might save it for another song
Statistically we still the bottom of the totem pole
I do
Chillin' in the car we feeling zippy
Looking at the clouds and the sky they really trippy
Got on Gucci, Louis and you know we really drippy
Waiter
topping
Rager by pages you cannot cage all the stages
I made a wage the gage would pay the page and stage it for ages
But know you baited I estimated you
runned up gangsta? Who you think you are?
M.C. Hammer? You can't 'ford this Louis Vuitton!"
What you mean I can't afford it. Why would I want to afford
all take a drag
Pourin' out a sip for the ones that passed
Then take the crew to Louis
Cop everyone a bag
(Let me see you shake)
Then I take the crew
Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
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