Lyrics:
up
Treat me like David Blaine and
Freeze me up
Let me address the issue
I'm super not superficial
Spoil me
The only statement I'm making is royalties
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I
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
Do you love me
Do you love me not
Why you cappin
When you know
This motherfucker hot
Is I'm wack
Well I can see it
Make ya hips rock
Don't stop
Wop
magazine
With you by my side, you my Queen
You my Queen every day
Gotta love it I will
My Queen all the time
Super hot you are still
Getting hotter so hot
Annual, sponsored by motherfucking Valentine
Cross Country Clothing
And a lot of wack shit that the hood will
Not wear anymore we got my man
Up first his
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
probably just the liquor , stone cold stunner , don Lou is hot like the summer , cover yo ass like that all state brother , niggas been trying me but I ain't
baller like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming cock-a-doodle-doo fuckers
Coke by
catch a flick
Clink
Straight up and down like I'm loving your dip
My target: pick, pick, pick
Never miss when I shoot it's swift
Flip like Mary Lou
Riff,
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD!
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
been around
I'm a young OG, I get low while I'm in any town
White Lou's, blue cheese dressing
Stack four and hold it, yes that's my profession
Shift
(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
my jewelry cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy
All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy
And I heard you niggas talking money you should stop boy
I
My click, my squad all we trust
Post up by the whip playing Dipset
(Ow)
NYC
Hot nine late night Flex in his bag
New York tri-state I wanna be so
Man that habibi shit
It's that's hot shit man
Three ninety five lunch special at the Hunan express
We the merge lane I let them all pass
(After you)
the coupe, ain’t no top no roof
Yeah I flex like oou, and I ball like lou
100’s on my shoe, these ain’t Christian Lou
Aye why she on my line, ain’t that there
I smoke the kush getting high in the
Swanana!
When the Cadillac is getting on the
Swanana!
So hot that I can throw my brain,
Swanana!
Where
Hey, hey, you say, "Woo-waa"
매일이 달라 new 입 벌려 말해 빨리 too hot
안 해도 돼 두 번씩 one of one super cool, ha
Watch out, slide in with my group
I wanna go 아냐
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
Nine in the mornin' feds at my door (my door)
Lou Cortez creakin' cross the hardwood floor (right)
Dippin' through the alley I made my escape
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