Lyrics:
through with the brand new Louis bag
She talking about "me too"
LA on my next flight, you guessed right
She saying "Me too"
Now everybody meet Miss me
I can't fuck with her no more
You know the ones that'll order the lobster, go for the champagne
Don't care what you do, but you better do the damn
Louis Vuitton
Just like my moms
Ice in my veins
Blood in my palms
Bitch you gonna ride
Wheels autobahn
We can go fast
No Ramadan
I need a chip
Feel
(Ahh)
Louis V Step (Uhh)
Mmmmmmm
Know you can't step with me if you ain't getting your Louis V Step on
Big stepper stepper only shit
(What?)
(Yeah)
Written by b. setzer
Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
on my neck Goyard on my waist
And a Louis bag, a Louis bag I didn't mean to brag
Pouring up in my Nesquik
You know I'm the type to go and get a bag quick
Think how you'll shine in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna, once more!
GIRY
Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings!
RAOUL
Surely, for her sake . . .
the Louis Bag on
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I flex by myself
I don't go outside with the Louis Bag
I don't go outside with the Louis
Lil' mama, let us start some drama
Stay collecting commas
Buy anything you wanna
You my prima donna
Louis V and Prada
Got Dolce and Gabbana
Spend it
in the dark)
Monsieur, don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?
And what is is that we're meant to have wrote?
Written
"Do not fear for
More dough for the team
More cream for the bread
Fuckin' with the fam
Leave your body float with lead
You know me, straight OG
No Jet Li, I'm the one
Certainly impressed the population hereabouts
Now listen
I got news for you, I'm from Missouri too
So naturally I got my doubts
You got 'em dropping by
Certainly impressed the population hereabouts
Now listen
I got news for you, I'm from Missouri too
So naturally I got my doubts
You got 'em dropping by
wings
But on earth she walks strong while having Louis Vuitton dreams
She gonna get it, cant stop her, no matter who they might be
Okay you get it, she
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
Louis E Mowry the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Would never refuse a request
To boil crawfish for his family and friends
Louis E Mowry
up by the Louis belt (Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis)
Yeah, put your hands up if you know what it felt like (Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis)
Yeah, my pants are
I do what I want
Workin for my money
I do what I want
Anything for trophies
Nothing's been the same since you left me
Drinkin Henny all on my lonely
U should see me with her and my louis bag
I got this whole s*** in the bag
Written by - Donnelly K Antoine / BillzTaDon
for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came
news for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You
Catalina on an island bumping Louis prima
No need for visa, nice to meet ya, have a Happy Easter
Grew up on my own, alone, I was impatient
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