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You Came a Long Way from St. Louis

Rosemary Clooney

Fancy Meeting You Here

1958

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

lights
Strawberry Louis Vuitton
Parisian nights in the moon
Ooh, how you speak with your eyes
Money and the fame, ayy
It goes quick as it came, ayy

signed a deal
To my haters, now how does it feel
Yeah, this life is for me, it's surreal
I'm on top of the game
Now you tryna gun me down, work on that aim

by
Don’t tell me lies you ain’t that type
People told me lies but you still ride
That’s what I like yeah that’s what I like yeah
She in love with Prada

rocking designer
Gucci, Louis and balenciaga
With the purse out here dripping in Prada
I'm gon do it for you girl I promise

Shawty the baddest that I've

life just like a bank scheme
Tell me what you working for
Tell me what you working
Millions of dollars trying to make it worth my while
Louis, Prada tell

Tsunami bouta drown I ain't fishing
Leave that body with the fishes
Never found I ain't see no witness
On the blacklist for the radio talk, and I'm hated by

(Pow) 

But bitch I'm just here for the bags 
Might take all your niggas by chance
But I'm here for the bags (Bags) 
And I'm the shit that's a fact

Close
Close
Close
Close
Close close err
We got all the drinks
And all the vibes and highgrade over here
You can tell by the way that me style and me walk

that you rappers always copy but you not a
Mogul, more of a mongrel - money from your father
Fear mongering conglomerate
Hired by the government
Tellin

the land of the brave or the land of the slave or the man from the cave
I'm Louis Prima, just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe
Like Mr.

with no L's, if you started with me
You going to die by yourself, Trey the one
Ain't niggas know what I'm talking 'bout

Yeah, super, uh, fly
Check

Vanessa in Louis said they got new Hawaiian shirts I said show me
Fuck niggas wanna copy my fit these 1 of 1 by Dee Cosey
Every time I put on that

frostbite from these diamonds
You see my cruisin through my hood, top down I'm the man now
Stop asking for these fucking handouts put yo fucking hands down

or the Louis, Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Anything you want girl, anything you want (Anything, anything, anything that you want)
I ain’t wasting time, I got

I'm blinded by jewelry (turn)
I got enough Louis on me (turn)
So I got more for my bitch
I get love now that I'm lit 
But what would they do when

I'd like to start by saying sorry
(Ma binu what did I do)
Pulled up on lenox for my Ari
(O ti to, she had to go)
We had a vibe and it was boomin

dirt bucket 
Nastiest you seen 
Spend it by the minute
I could be your wet dream
Ima gold digger 
Shiesty lil’ nigga
In your face 
I’ll take you for your

Hey Jacques
Have you seen Louis
Is he, still in Paris

I wait, day after day
In that cafe, by the river

Please Jacques
If you see Louis
Tell him,

all
Fendi and Louis Vuitton
I wanna see you In mall
I wanna see you with it all
Fendi and Louis Vuitton
Yea im thankful and grateful
For all that GOD

St. Louis Blues

Perry Como

Como Swings/For the Young at Heart

2001

Hmm, the Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!" (No black!) 
"Go to St. Louis and you can win her back!" 

St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings

You Came a Long Way from St. Louis

Rosemary Clooney

More of the Best

1996

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

key (No key)
Ridin' up and down the street, whip clean (Whip cream)
I just left the store Louis V, double C
Just for all the times they threw shade

English lit but I was doing truancy
Gold zip drip she's in love with the Louis V
She keeps on saying I hope you're not using me
Babe I'm legit I'm not