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bitch try to call me I said I'm on duty
I'm chasing paper don't care 'bout your booty
Uh, yea bitch I'm walking on Louis
Feel like an actor my life is

handle yo biz
Thas aite
Takin' care of yo kids
Thas aite
Aint just screamin' free that man but you held em down on his bid
Thas aite
If you paid yo dues

Should have been done by now
But you didn't know how to handle the feeling
Should have been done by now
But you better go your way, go your way

Made a mill last year
No L's this year
Mans so fresh it's rear
Made a mill last year
No L's this year
Mans so fresh it's rear
No heart don't care

dancing on me
Trapped and condemned by the skeletons, in my closet 
Push em down take a breath
Another round I'm exhausted
I don’t really care what you

I fuck with ya
This time, this time, I wanna make love to ya
Don't you switch sides, baby, I ain't done with you
Just help me get by, get by these

right now, right now

And she cookin' up the dope in Louis
Droppin' off the work in juicy
Her bag and her shades by Pucci
And she do the money dance

yu can see exactly where my loyalty resides
I want yu to be my queen and stand right by my side
So can yu be my Louis lane I'm talkin ride or die
And I

wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout

argue with a n**** who like d*** on the low
Wont argue with a bitch who gets f***** by the bros
Wont argue with a n**** who like drama like a h**

I dont

just keep it real with them, they ain't used to it
I just had to peel out the whip and get moving 
Why I seem care more when I know I shouldn't? 
They

Jimmy Butler in Miami with the three
Turn you into sixteen handles Frozen yogurt and sour patches full of candles
Working with the waste like
Sopranos

gotta handle my shit
So, if you don't condone my shit
Then you can pass on it
cnd act like a pacifist
But I got a massive list
cre you a hit or a miss?

I mix the Louis and chrome
I got bitches at home
I be feelin' like Hugh Hefner
Shit, I feel like if I keep it 100 with you
At the end of the day I'ma

Virgil dropped some Louis with that off white
I'm just not that type of guy to be blinded by the lights
I'd just rather have some Givenchy, not a good time

trust
Cause I'd rather be with someone who doesn't care about the
Lights, cameras, action
We rockin' the latest fashion
Gucci and Louis Prada, Chanel

rockin Louis V's and all designer shoes.
Just goin' step-by-step, my life is growin up I ain't got time for these niggas unless they showin' love.
Even

I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care about nobody
They don't care about me
I don't need nobody, I don't want nobody
I don't care

Another Another World

The Creators

The Weight

2000

just passing through
You know I'd like to stop and chat but I'm just passing through

I'm on my way back to Louis Avenue
Inside Brooklyn the b-boy

Ya’ll could be getting ahead of me
If you would just stay off the sedatives
Old conversation with Quarter Piece
Ya’ll ain’t even seen a quarter ‘ me

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

and Gabbana
Living lavish like I wanna
With you
With you
I want the Prada, want the Gucci
Give me Christian, give me Louis too
Ooh
I want the beach house by

used to be
Just you and me, just you and me
Tell me, tell me
Let me know, one foot
Out the door, up late, by the phone
Do you care? Let me know

Do you

the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis