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Written by b. setzer

Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend
There's a rumor going around
That some of you good people
Want to leave this town

But you better consult me before you go
(Why?)
'Cause I've
prima donna ways
If you want to pass the audition
And times is tough these days

Remember when Mr. Barnum
Presented Jenny Lind
They named a candy after
the world wants you

Prima Donna, first lady of the stage
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight dear
Bet you Mackies's back in town

Louis Miller disappeared dear
After drawing out his
records
On the bass was Boots, on the drums was Checkers
Louis Vuitton with the Gucci guitar
Johnny Ryall
Who do you think you are
Johnny Ryall, Johnny
the sacrifice I offer you, In exchange your servent ask the attention
Of His Majesty!"

"To be honoured by all princes and lords of France
And that nothing I
makes us stronger)
Can only make me stronger
(More than ever ever after)
I need you to hurry up now
(Our work is never over)
'Cause I can't wait much
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout
stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout
In Los Angele's, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you
Black Woman" with Louis Vuitton luggage
She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e then she came right back
I told you the bitch sex
give you every little thing that you like
Let me hear you say yeah
If you want somebody that'll be by your side
Someone that'll give you that kiss
Oh what a woman what a dame what a beauty 
Baby gotta find out what's ya name and your duty 
That's what I was thinking when you pass me by 
I've
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it girl
The way you lace that up when you in them shoes
I love it girl
The way your lip looks after
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town

I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
himself after a bag
Nigga you's a hoe, a Louis Vuitton fag
My name ain't dick so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is, look I am Da South (That's right)
a bunch
or think you're bad cause you're buyin' your lunch
By supplyin' the chunks for some guy on the junk
You need to try survivin' for once with a 9 to 5
fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88
By
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya

Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take
wrist
So much excitement in the air, I was crisp
Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
Rollin' out the piff, six after six
Hangin'
wife up, yup, man, I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah , you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah