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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
crops
Every move a nigga make in the spot chicks watch
So it's very little tick tock to get bought
Start with Cadillac margaritas, the cat and that
by now
So I'm tryna figure out
Late
What the hell you did
Baby to me when you took a dig
Late
I'm overdue
That's why I got an attitude
I know
[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No
frontin I hope on the case

Wild one maybe but I'ma protect my baby
Test me fool and by the end you gon' think I'm crazy
That's how I do for my dogg
to a psychiatrist to straighten my head.
Then I decide I need a chiropractor instead.
Put salt in my coffee and ketchup in my tea.
Only dig a chick that don't dig
the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you driving me crazy
So how bout it come on let's
the luxury cause it get em so moist
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You can call me the king cause I got so many toys
My favorite designer Louis
Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That’s why
the fuck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could, ya dig?
2 Chainz!
I'm trying to save us girl...
They got that...
They got that kryptonite...

[Verse 1:]
It seems the more I try to do right,
The more I lie
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side

[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
durph, uh uh 
Let me get a sample of that ass 
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh 
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L 
St. Louis, north
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
1994 baby, the Maestro wild like a psycho
That's how we do

It goes in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas
American style
Dig it, prick or prey
I'm quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
[Chorus x4: sampled singer
swag

That Rolls Royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love the luxury 'cause it get 'em so moist
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You can
fucked it up
By lettin her know I was creepin around, with every chick in the town, Buster!
I shoulda known not to trust ya
Listen I'm losin' my life
the luxury cause it get em so moist
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You can call me the king cause I got so many toys
My favorite designer Louis
bitch
I ain't with that, I'mma hit that, split back to the shack 
Where my other chick's at
Now can you dig that
I'm the Mack doin' my thing, pulling
to the shack
Where my other chick's at
Now can you dig that
I'm the Mack doin' my thing, pulling your strings
Making you feel like you in a dream
It's the king
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that’s I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
pain
Deep in the pit of your brain
Let it rain with the unforgettable aim (Gunshot)
Nigga lookin for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed
Mick Jagger when I dabble in anger
C'mon gives me kicks I'm a steel chick
Plastic metal unreal chick I dig
Numbers and engines sprockets and chrome