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tries
Nobody really ever say that this was a fluke
She said nigga, you got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you're so cold
See I got

I'm Mr. Perfect
My prices high as a kite but I'm worth it
My bitch is perfect, she Mrs. Perfect (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

Every day I

No Help

ABN

It Is What It Is

2008

Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my nigga, but he after

"Don't you wear no black.

Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." 
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, 
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend

Struttin' With Some Barbecue

Louis Armstrong

1925-1950

2000

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

#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

worth it?
Girl just let me know what's your purpose
Gucci, Louis bag, expensive purses
You might be the one that deserves it
I can drop my top, but is you

I got to deal with it

Told my man's get his bag we gone pay for spinning
For the right price and reason, you know we gone spend it

Grab some bows

We got the lights, cameras, action We rockin' the latest fashion
Gucci and Louis, Prada, Chanel and all the uh
But what do you see in me
What do you

Godfather 4

Nas

Godfather 4

the middle of the forest
Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage
How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from 
Never pow and tint from a mitt

find no dirt up on me
That's why they see em reach
I had to be selfish for a minute, yea this shit for me
I give you the playa price my nigga but it

I get that gucci hat
Louis bag
What is that
I ain't even check the price tag
Ima go get this
And
Ima go get that
Yea
Anything I want you know ima get

asleep
These designer jeans cost a couple G's
I don't know how to say the name right
But the tag on 'em say Japanese
What I pour in a twenty-ounce you

(This has been another record)
From the hood, she'll squabble (Fight) (Brought to you in part by)
Sippin' Louis XIII out the bottle, yeah straight from

the price
I know you a tell
We fighting for rights
They kicking the chair

Niggas out shopping with coupons
I fucked them racks up in Louis Vuitton
Hear go

yourself it's over
The game done set you back another year
I don't play myself
But I play myself
'Cause nobody gon ever do it better yeah
(Fasho)
Uh
I been

But you don’t gotta tell nobody
Tell nobody
When you come to my hotel room
You don’t gotta tell nobody
Ouu yeee
Every other thing we do
You don’t gotta

See you
How's it feel up there
Got nobody to love
Nobody cares about your love
So you turned to a dub
Bitch you did me so wrong
I swear I'm stacking it

The price is going up man cause look where I started 
These niggas out here man they trying to rob me 
But you know I'm a stunt, they can't camouflage me 
If

miss me but not misses
If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my

baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from

and Gabbana
Living lavish like I wanna
With you
With you
I want the Prada, want the Gucci
Give me Christian, give me Louis too
Ooh
I want the beach house by

You Came a Long Way From St. Louis

June Christy

Route 66: Capitol Sings Coast to Coast

1994

from St. Louis, 
But baby, you still got a long way to go! 

My, how you come up! 
Hmmm, you really come on! 
< instrumental break > 
Hey, I'll

(I can't)
Never needed nobody, but it feel good to
Have somebody (that somebody)
Drop you and pick you up whenever I feel like it
This shit toxic