Lyrics:
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
on McQueen, Givenchy, Louis too (Sauce)
Double band the money this is nothing new (Old)
Money over bitches baby who are you
Ima blow komma then another komma
(Va-Cay)
(I know)
Diamonds on the east side Benz
New Louis belt, I got my cuban locked in
220 budget bout to ball above the rim
Blow a couple
Real trippy niggas
(La musica de Harry Fraud) hippie niggas
Uh
Nigga, my mom blow that kind of cash, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Poppin'
whaddya say?
Get out the way, let Louis play
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Take a lesson that I learnt from Louis
He only give it to us 'cause he knew it
These niggas sassy like they mammas
Niggas Prima donnas, pussy
I'm so icy like I'm Gucci dripping down pucci
I keep that fn in my Louis case a nigga lose
speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
Gucci bag with the Louis belt
You know I keep the Glock by the stash on the shelf
Your money too short nigga yous
really spoken since 2017
If you really wanna, I could put you on the team
She a prima donna, I could put her in a ring
I been havin trouble tryna wrap my
like that song
Wanna watch "Zapped" but I ain't got that long
My girl blow that trumpet like Louis Armstrong
I'm as Greek as a gyro from Arby's (not
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
Missouri too
So, naturally, I got my doubts
You got 'em droppin' by the wayside
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came a long way from St. Louis
But,
And I thought you were the nicest
I put you at the top of my price list
Make a nigga take his chain off
Make him iceless
You blow my mind
That’s why
with Louis Vuitton socks
Yeah, man I'm always do work, this shit is none stop
Fuck your bitch and blow inside her mouth just like a pop rock
Yea I done
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
gonna blow
Fucking up a check, bitch I do that by myself
No need to talk copped that Louis on the shelf
Got it like that cause my pockets all
momma
Like they momma so that'll kinda fuck her up
Low key, them collared shirts got a button up
You say he got a lot of
Blow he better button up
100
Dollar for my hand
Diamond for my wrist
Prada on my feet
Steady rocking Louis V
Every time I pull up with my G's
Oh my God you don shut it down
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I'ma lure me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes 'til the lawn motor blow
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep
(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you
Tech on the last song like
I know they hate it when I roll by
You talking shit that you don't know about
I cannot lose focus, they tryna blow my
the land of the brave or the land of the slave or the man from the cave
I'm Louis Prima, just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe
Like Mr.
bochinche' y yo no veo el güiri güiri
Prendo una zeta, Z-Diddy
Ey, la pista está bellaca, Hydro se endiabló
Jacket Louis V, fue Virgil que habló
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