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they have a lot of crabs . . .
Louis: . . . Yes, and um . . .
Roy: . . . A set of crabs?!
Louis: Crabs are really dangerous, and they are-are-rich
the slacks,
I won't stop, now
Run up a bag, cop me a Jag, Yung Dosu ordering crab, ayy
Bucks like a stag, Louis V rags, this is a wave not a fad, ayy
I was just
Get a cup dog we can pour up now
Cash rules everything around me

I want all the dollars i want all the green
I want Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis, Robbin
La team hé oui hé oui  an téké bien mangé on cocotte garnie kon crab bab an pani la dal an vé pa bab sal

An cé an nèg soti sintwos é pi an bab
with that check
Flexin' on a hoe like I got abs (Abs)
I ain't from the A but these fuck niggas crabs (Crabs)
In New York eatin' on halal (Halal)
Chris and I ate crab
That was just a appetizer, nigga, where that steak at? (RONRON do that shit)
All I do is gas, like, where the brakes at?
I just
TD
In love with the money like that crab that live in bikini
Yeah yeah
Fucking on bitches no cuffing
Fucking on bitches that’s bussing
On the Louis V
of the penthouse
Im talking to God
I feel like im Job
But I stay on my Job
Louis V Louis V
I got a cuban link
I got too much knowledge
Its getting real hard to think
said
Talk shit and get your shit bust like fucking crab legs
Ha, so scram, hater, you can beat it the club post it up
Hoes showing me their cleavage
berserk
Ima go Ima go Ima go turn
Music to cash that's liquid to gas
I'm a crustacean crab like I'm flipping a bag
It's hard for an artist keep up and rap
Lebanon
Told her that I came to kick the mic like Louis Farrakhan
And build another life
And maybe find a change of maritime
Prolly ice my neck out cause
crabs aye
Pull-up in a Bentley bleeding bad
And I'm with 40 pockets fat
Thought my dick was hard but she seen my gat
Think he flexing then we had to take
the bank
Munching on some crab classy dinner date
Stacking these hundreds and fifties
I get it and go
Fucking that bitch and
I'm sticking my dick in her
want somethin to eat

Michelin stars, I ain't leavin the crib
Like Boiling Crab, she need her a bib
Ain't got VVS on my neck
But she need three hands for
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
these bitches like OJ
Y'all niggas on crab shit, I should sprinkle some Old Bay
Weather man he seen my jewels he said it might be a cold day
I'm
nigga catch a body
And then cut his dreads

Out of town, feet up, eating crab legs
Me and FedEx locked in, I'm a jack head
Off White on, bitch, no
I ain't
'cause they blue in the face
Roberto Cavalli, Dolce and Gabanna
Louis and Vuitton
My pajamas designer, yeah

Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy
did 12 months over a ratchet
Not no crab shit
Got bagged with the mag
Taxi cab shit
Clit was hanging out her panties with no where to stash it
It
and sneakers, cool out king silks on
Right in front of the Flash Gordon, you crabs goners
Stealin' styles so we taxed him out on Billy Childs
The bodies was
behind me, pickin up my cash
And if you see me simply speakin begone
Because tonight we got a function goin on
So break out your Gucci, Louis and Prada
Umm, yea
Louis or the Gucci it depends
Rose gold tint my lens
I wanna party with friends huh
Yea, let’s get to it
Let’s get to it
Yeaaaaaa
I wanna
with a plan
My arm strong like Louis
Went to prom w louis
Vuitton?
Nah, he was a friend of my moms
Aw fooey
Ill maneuver through manure hide the body in

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