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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

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

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

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

Crown of Thorns

Raekwon

The Wild

2017

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

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

Jellyfish

Ghostface Killah

Fishscale

2006

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

Oh, the workout for Round 2

Chain, bought it
Chanel, she got it
Ring, copped it
I shoulda' never took you to the Louis V store
Shopping sprees

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

Countin'

2 Chainz

Hibachi for Lunch

2016

'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

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

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

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

Rock my brand
Cus it match
With that Louis V
Lost a couple you
Should'nt screw with me
Doing doubles and
Moved to the city
Got a roster I
Sub by

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

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

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)

I didn’t want love but that bitch got me geeked 
Its Louis the belt cuz she cute from Kentucky 
These shades I got on I cannot see in front of me

it's hard, hold up
Like a crab in a bucket with no way out
From the bottom all the way to the top No doubt, From ashy to classy, from rags to riches
It's

Bikini bottoms 
That holler for a dollar
Pop a collar for you collard greens 

WE HERE
Selling crabby patty's outside of mr crabs

This

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

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