Lyrics:
just eye fuckin', eye fuckin')
Your Louis purse and I just think I love your hair
(We're just eye fuckin', eye fuckin')
Meet me in the hallways where
me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
well i'm stranded in st louis
my baby's down in san antone
i don't know why she left me
but i know the little girl is gone
i gone out
vicinity
You know it's me
This is how we do it all day, god damn
Can you feel it all up in the spirit
I could do it, LA, hell yeah
Let me get it for the Bay
No matter
Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis or the Caribbean
Traveled the seven seas
Rocked many races
Spread the cash cleaned trash
In a lotta low
Duffel bag to put your dress in
GPS for all addressing
No I'm not good with directions
You can meet me at the Westin
You can meet me when I check in
Can I
be sunny
Or whether it's gloomy
Still I'm just me
No matter where I be
I wish that my past & future could really meet
I'm so St. Louis 4reel
Do you
I tell 'em meet me in the bathroom
I fuck her while the water runnin'
Her friend knockin' at the door
And she screamin' out I'm cummin'
And my
the Benz a afford
Buy couple Jordan dawg weh the Louis V store
LV dung to the insole
Yeah me wah the car
Yeah me wah the greens
Hustle man a hustle
So me
them women meet me at Valeno
IIII'm pulling in i said my bitches loud
So much bitches that we gotta
Kick some bitches out
Big ballin' boy I'm tryna
Get
Mexicali
Thats where mexico meets
Well Kali
Tex mex in the Denali
We out in Kali
Rich sex
Bro you cant flex from
The alley
It stinks in there plus
As you sip, as you wait, as you dream, push your luck
Clang, clang goes the trolley, you can meet me in the lobby
Or meet me in St. Louis, as long as we
I'm spending Hanukkah
In Santa Monica
Wearing sandals
Lighting candles
By the sea
I spent Shevuos
In East St. Louis
A charming spot
But
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
pretty kill, motherfucker hang me on the thrills yeah!
No small heaven [haven] I got the left hand of the keeper
Meet me in St. Louis, 'God', a one way
Did it did it by myself yeah
Didn't need no help yeah
I remember it was just me nobody else yeah
Louis V my belt yeah shoppin' for my stress yeah
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
draped up in pearls (yeah)
Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world (oh yeah)
Travel to France, recruit me some girls (yeah)
Meet me on the front
and it's in me
Money on me and it's in me (And it's)
I wanna fuck her, so I put the bitch in Fendi
(Yeah) nigga say he want a
Hе can meet me right by Denny
me to leave she disturbed by my presence
But I put a switch on your girl
And I put a switch on the beamer
If I never leave better see her
Cause if she
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
sixty six to me is still a mystery
And Ohio, too
Went Chicago blue down to St. Louis blues
Never been anywhere, south of the Delaware
Never been
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