Lyrics:
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,
pretend to be thugs
The love that I spit slugs
Like the center-view bug
Remember me, Cuz? Wilder than my enemies was
I blow like it's GoldenEye
With
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
People hit me up but I'm forgettin' to call (haha!)
Get away to California where the weather getting colder
My honey's by the pool with umbrellas
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
my down ass bitch
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like
, "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
a breeze
Sitting back feet up looking over seas
I take some time out to quickly go and reminisce
She take good care of me something like my therapist
So I
Back of the Benz he topping me!
I'm rich bank over seas
My hoes got No disease
Pussy so wet he snorkeling
He give it up I ain't forcing him
New coupe
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don't
I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby
Get on my level, bitch, I'm
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
Whoa no, whoa yeah
(Woo, oh)
Whoa no, whoa no, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
There's a gentle autumn breeze that blows
Whenever we be lyin', lyin' in my bed
the bros,
Never change, we just stickin' to the code
Blow it in the breeze, meditatin', tryin' to find my peace
It's insane how they'll do you in the streets
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
Shit!
For you I'll blow a bag
I'll buy you Louis
I can buy you Gucci
Baby what you doing
Baby what you doing
Baby talk to me
Baby get through to me
Look
pop that)
Let me see you drop it down now (Twerk, twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Who said gangstas don't do that? Cous' they lying
In the back
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"
If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
Did it did it by myself yeah
Didn't need no help yeah
I remember it was just me nobody else yeah
Louis V my belt yeah shoppin' for my stress yeah
a freebie
Leavin a nigga body floatin with
A mouth full of seaweed
What's in my Louis backpack, that’s ET
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll
baby on baby
But five years ago, niggas say he was Jon
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"
If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
the escalade
pop on niggas that be showin me shade.
But only for the Rule cause thats my baby.
Got me down ass bitch with red hair that dont care.
Blaze by
baby blow my mind
Blind fold me, control me, eat me til I'm weak in the knees, baby blow my mind
Kiss me, tease me, bite me, lick me, choke me real
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