Lyrics:
the shit's mobbin til I die
Louis belt keep the waist tight
I like the bartender he looking right
Got me lookin she the truth no lies told
Stick rims black
that's a red flag (woo)
Jada out here still makin' Will look stupid (she is)
She said when he fuck her she don't like the way that he do it (aww)
I'm
These boys ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah
Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah
tell them dirty bitches
I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi
It's all on her boots (All
with Louis on
She call me daddy when I hit
But I'm not even her father yet
She way to young to suck my dick
I need a bitch like 26
My flow be sick no
shower time, father didn't show up
And she just feelin' nauseous like she finna throw up
The water flows down her legs, yeah, it's finna go up (Jesus)
shower time, father didn't show up
And she just feelin' nauseous like she finna throw up
The water flows down her legs, yeah, it's finna go up (Jesus)
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
melanin
I had bag tell me where it went
Spend a rack on designer for her
She ménage her Gucci and Yeezy slides
She gon double down when she hit Louis
figure hit it from behind
A to b, B to a repeat its musical
Back and forth to ya crib shit turn to a
Ritual
She like when I’m down down make a
Sloppy mess
pene
She give headie headie, my tracksuit Louis now covered in Fenty
Used to put a light in the cling and it still din't stop it smellin' like petty
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
Yeah you bad it’s a fact (Ah)
From the front to the back (Back)
He buying Louis and Chanel (What?)
Just like that still not for sale (Mwah)
Self-made
the motto
Baby you with it
I gotta get it
She getting it rocking
Like she got a bottle
Yeah she got that bottle
Lookin like a model
(Yeh yeah yeah yea yuh)
hustle
Drapped in Prada so proud of her
Only louis on her coochie, she ion fuck around with Gucci
And She Look Like Karruchee
But she thicker than Karuchee
a bottle
Meet me outside
There's sum'n I'm trying to call you
Put you in the finest Gucci Louis Prada
Standing in the club
She's looking like a model
He
it
Cut you off, like the hair on your twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep
we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin,
dad or his mom
Felt disconnected wasn't like he hated them
But it was purely transactional like an atm
He called his bitch she air the line like KLM
But
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
Fendi, it's all on her boots (all on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon
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)
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