Lyrics:
Aye
I'm rocking Gucci Louis Prada what you mean what you mean
I'm rocking Fendi Ferragamo what you mean
My homie like the store
He got what u need
everybody knows, things'll get better
Nothing stays the same, there's always better weather
Shining down on me, that's where I will be in another age
So hey
different love
The shit that you saw on the internet
It's probably a front
Hey
Mixing Margiela with Louis Vuitton
Fucking with me put a splash on her ring
One, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one
Whooo-eee!
(Hey, hey you!)
Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
Walk
to save
Just another rhymin’ reaper Soul slayin’ to your grave!
Round two this is it another chance to shine
But the cat’s got your Tongue and there’s fog
by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (uh)
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy (hey)
Motherfuckers know I'm
by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (uh)
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy (hey)
Motherfuckers know I'm
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
demanded all kinda things
Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we were
thinking of you
Je suis ici down by the sea
Stopping for tea
Francoise, I'm thinking of you
Do, do you love someone?
Then do what must be done
There, there
Buying everything there - Swipe
Like everything is on sale - Swipe
Louis bags and some shoes - Swipe
Gucci belt and some Jewels - Swipe
I bought
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
of the squad but they cannot coach
(At all) louis Vuitton holster
This for my niggas in the cell
And on they wall
They got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over,
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
demanded all kinda things
Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we were
First, you get yo swagga right
Then go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin' like you landin' flights
That shit there like
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Pull up on your ass in a old leer
Walk up in there shining like chandelier
She see me she like hey!
Why you be swaging everyday?
Had Y 3s on like
Hey, I'm like Louis B, Louis Bluetton
I kinda go by like Blue, or whatever you call me
Dressing too nicely
Got on my ripped jeans
When they see me
the scale and the wind shall prevail
And the boat shall forever sail
Hey, there ain't no stopping or cruising
Even when we're battered and bruised
Outrun
by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange
This track is going out to all the hotties out there
You know what I'm saying
To all the fellas that don't know what a hotti is
I'm here to define
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