Lyrics:
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
the baton
Cause nobody handing you shit on a platter yeah
I got to pay up the price yeah
This music shit be my life yeah
Simultaneously my wife yeah
And we
up by the Louis belt (Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis)
Yeah, put your hands up if you know what it felt like (Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis)
Yeah, my pants are
don't take it personal
They love you when your wins high, let you know (let you know)
But when your wins low, they treat you like a Urkel
I learn that
that make the team ill
But you know the team with a shollie
Skies the limit no one can hold me
I did all the things that God told me
Ain't nobody else
still gon' hold my standards high
And you should do the same thing
But it's your fucking life
I'm not a perfectionist
Nobody’s perfect at all
But I set my
do
But it's something deep inside you,
That tell you it's gotta be more than doing what other guys do,
They had nobody there to guide you
But I
life
And the days goes by like Im skipping sessions
Young kid dripping all from louis
Gucci socks got me fellings woozy
But the summer nights will never
freeze and leaves you out
You'll get terrified
And you don't know why
So just
Don't trust nobody
Trust nobody
Trust nobody body
Don't trust nobody
Trust
freeze and leaves you out
You'll get terrified
And you don't know why
So just
Don't trust nobody
Trust nobody
Trust nobody body
Don't trust nobody
Trust
on my sleeve
The ware and tear is terrible
More than you can believe
Wearable character but nobody else can see
(yeah)
There's nobody like me‚ so nobody
I ain't looking at the tag
Cause I keep a bag
I ain't worried bout the price
All I do is swipe
Half a million in a Duffy
Can't nobody touch me
I
a referee, lil nigga you out of bounds
Gotta make sure the price right
All my money stack up right
Buying designer shit tonight
Feel like X nigga, now I'm
from St. Louis,
But baby, you still got a long way to go!
My, how you come up!
Hm, you really come on!
Hey, I'll have your address!
St. Louis
It’s murder time, certified dime, plus she freaky too
But only fuck with ballers, don’t be mad if she don’t speak to you.
She want that Louis, Louis
If you're gonna treat me right
I'll take you to heaven every night
But God forbid you leave me by myself
I'll take you to hell, take you to hell
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
it twice, cause that ain't some everyday shit, nigga
Cause when you African everyday lit, nigga
You could get shot by the opps, or you could get shot
Louis the Thirteenth
He was the worst since Louis the First
King Louis was living like a king, but the people were living rotten
So the people, they
presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it
up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin'
Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial
But at home in St. Louis, yo
niggas need nobody else
You niggas thinking that nobody cares
You right 'cause really ain't nobody there
I ain't say i pimp but bitch
I ball like Scottie
were in, but then they already knew
But everyone was asking 'What are we going to do?' because...
Nobody's eating. Nobody's eating. Nobody's eating.
dessert you
Say that they love you but they don't deserve you
You can't be perfect ain't nobody perfect
I ain't text back I told you I been working
Say
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