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But umm im an anxious guy
But im a believer fuck that been an under achiever
I'm a believer and im anxious for the album bout to drop
Anxious
Super
I'm Fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm the best
Hot off the press I'm fresh, yes
You can tell by the way I'm dressed, yes
I can walk into a room
Hit up my favorite girl when I'm down in Savannah
She said her name was Georgia you believe when I tell ya
Super hot with that ass pretty face I will
Wild ain't it? How me and
Money end up hangin'
I hang with Hannibal Lector
So feel me when I bring it (Hot shit)
Sing it loud, I'm from the Lou' and I'm
I'm kinda Schizophrenic
I spit flows
Whether I'm Symphonic
Or Gringo
Now it's just Lou
But Always was
And Who the fuck are you?
All of the above
a celebration, bitches, bottoms up, break the dishes
Sick and delicious, both my birthday wishes
Super-doo
One or two, I'll be scoopin' you
Mix up a pitcher
to beg her pardon
But I was scared, I ain't really have the heart
And when she walked by, I would panic, even though
I was cool with her pops Lou
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
only candy
And I'm still keepin' it hot like I got my music in a Stanley
Did I stutter
Who's this dude it's Lou he smooth as butter
Inside I feel fly
Chase, chase, chase, chase the bag
Live and die by the cash
My ceiling made of glass
Hop right out on they ass
You know Lou swing moods when I'm hot
Come
yo mind)
Said I'm conceited just important
I'm hot baby I'm scorching (I'm hot)
I can't be yo girlfriend you can't cuff me nigga I got warrants (I
That's how butta got shot in his back
And dizzle got beat with a bat
Fuck sha ek he got shot by a dyke
He keep talking hot behind the mic
Better have a g
(Yo yo yo, you listening to Tobi Lou)
(Aka Lil Baby Bop, AKA Young Bopalopalous)
(Aka King of Bop, AKA Grassbopper)
(Bop Bop City Bitch, AKA Bops
and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, "you gon' sell out" ya
puttin' on
You're hotter than July (super hot)
Super colder than December (so cold)
You got me dancin'
The dancefloor tells no lies (tells no lies)
passed them by Pluto
My mind high up, still not thinking bout you tho
My wrist ain’t causing no flood, I’ll still swim in the pool tho
Hot bitties never
Jammin' super tight, sho you're right
Boy, you outta sight, jammin' super tight
I let the trunk fall, I'm knockin' pictures off the wall
With this car,
don't got it don't be on the block
Put 102 in the stock
Yea that shit get too hot
Yea
No deal still bonds foreal
Still keep flexing
Just don't test it
super bad
She got me feeling easy, she's my mantra
You got me
In a headlock and I like it baby
He's not me
He get by but girl I buy it we got
green, I don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
don't bone out
I want to see what these black men are all about
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport
First
And in a fancy car with a private bar and a personal valet
There was a bunch of cold eyed men sittin' at a poker table
Bettin' hot stakes all around
(Super Sperm
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?)
Oh yeah
You're my favorite DJ
Bowlegged Lou the house
With the star of the show
This ain't nothing, I ain't stunting till I hit the button
Rich's at when the blue river diamonds flooding
Riding by the ocean just for promotion
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