Lyrics:
another million
Bless another generations ears
It's Louis the god
Be blessed by all that you just heard
These blessings
Champion (Champ)
Champion Champion
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
a couple hours, baby, for real
Come up out that Prada, Chanel, Chloe, Louis and Gucci
Escada, Dior, Fendi, that Masconi and Juicy
Rockin Republic, True
you say so
Bet they won't come around
I know they couldn't even step close
Louis in the morning
by the night you in Chanel clothes
Said if I break her
Mahal Kita means I love you, all of you
Verse One: Soliven
Ask me nicely, prima donna want the Visa
Then I ask what for? Then you get amnesia
I know you
thing for me in this fucked up world
And do you believe in love?
Hold on tight when demons come
It'll be alright, no need to run
Stay with me tonight,
you love me now
Where you at i was tryna get the money huh
Don't try to love me now
My heart is cold i'm gone
Yeah
I told her lil mama come work for me
trouble,
They like a little danger and might not admit it,
But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it,
Plus they love a young thug
then she used to shop, for real
Designer, had Louis and the Prada heels, uh
Veneta to Bottega, instead of the crochets
Reposado tequila instead
got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.
You can find
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
at sum?
I do what I do, and I act how I want
If you come around here, don't ever try to flaunt
I spend in a day, what you make in a month
This Louis my
some more
He say he want that love galore
Say how is he supposed to live this life
Without me by his side
Anywhere I go, party de follow follow
Party de
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
momma fucking struggling
All my niggas know me cause we get it back You could tell a hoe I love her but I'm just
Gon send her back I don't play by
the long run ill stay by you
What do you want, what are you needing?
Is it the love, is it the kissing
Or maybe Gucci or Ferragamo
Louis Vuitton, I'll buy
Number one like Kyrie
Face somethin' like an ID, yeah
They love, don't try me
Lil' nigga, come find me
My hand up, come find me, yeah
Send shells
a minute
But girl yeah you caught me by surprise, together we harmonise
Girl you got it in your genes and I ain't talking Levi's, said
I give you love, girl
do it for the fame
I just do it cause I love it
Hell yeah I love the game
Hell yeah I love the game
Hell yeah I love the game
I know it comes with ups
As I'm passing through this Sunday afternoon
I wonder why I come into my own
So fast
I make art it's not hard to do
I murder tasks cause I learnt
Designer this Designer that
Polo caps Louis bags
Niggas been stealing swag
I popped out without popping tags
Niggas been mad since grade school
Moms
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