Lyrics:
a lot of motherfuckers dying
All I want is my brother back
13 men in the St. Louis death track
[Ice Cube]
So you better stay calm with the shooters
just wanna flip the switch
Flip the switch
I just wanna flip the switch
Flip the switch
Ride for ma niggas
We pulling all the triggers
U know we getting
the store, you know where I go
Prada the goal, Balenci for sure, the Louis V store, yeah
You know where I go, I'm drippin' in gold
You know that for sure, I'm
(Band) uh
Uh (Let the band play)
Yeah, yeah
I don't care how it get done
Just get that shit done (Okay)
Dior with some retros
Luggage by Louis
Swiss, Sam Swiss and I've got this
Pegasus, fly as shit, yeah you know that I rock this
Ey, yo
Get this, Uh
Gucci, louis, prada
Baby girl you look
Missouri too.
So naturally I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
just like you
Well I just gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
(Like you)
I was created by God but I ain't wanna be like Him,
I wanna be Him
The Jack
I went into an antique shop
And all the books reminded me of you
Then I waited for you by the river
But your breeze, I guess it never blew
Well,
like C breezy
And if you want it, imma buy that
Copped the Bentley cash, never finance
Louis Vuitton and Giuseppe
Your Momma fell in love when she met
Decontaminate yourself
Spilled drinks and the mistakes
Carved in my skinny legs
I feel like Prima Ballerina on stage
Cravin' for connection, mdma, calmed rage
Can't see me
You paid for that pussy got her a bag
I gotta Free bee
Nigga in his feelings bout bitch
She on them Zz's
She just want some dick nigga stop
your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in
razor tag slice ya face you're it
It's I who come by drive through
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue
Look at Miami eyes blue five two
I
Missouri too.
So natcherly I got my doubts, you got `em dropping by the wayside,
A feeling I ain't gonna know.
You came a long way from St. Louis, but
you ridin' with us to the sky's limit's
Roll some weed, and get high with winners
My niggas eating when it's time for dinner
Gettin' paid's just
my Louis v
(My Louis v my Louis v)
Why do you change
Why do you change
Why do you change
Bitch why do you change
You know everything that i say that
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Nigga, that's what them noodles do
Thought I'd be dead by the age of nineteen
I been doing this shit, it might be brand new to you
I needed food on my
lost a good bitch nigga you can't front
Lil' Kim is EVERYthing a man could EVER want
And that's real
(I pray for love
I pray for love
I pray for
Pulls that man around by her heap and string
If it wasn't for powder and that store bought hair
That woman I love she wouldn't have gone nowhere
Crazy about that Gucci and that Louis Vuitton
I guess, I didn't know what ride I was on
But it's ok
It'll be alright
Cause I got another bag for
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
nasty girl
You know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if you hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
I love ma
nasty girl
All the ladies if you hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
I love ma little nasty girl
All ma women from around the world
I love ma little nasty
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