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wrist
So much excitement in the air, I was crisp
Money suitcase, Louis joint (yo, Rae, I'mma get some shit just like yours!)
Go make it happen, black

Fightin in the Club

Tity Boi

Self Explanatory

2004

and wonder what I signed for
Oh now you hatin' D.T.P., 'cause we got the game sowed
Bottom line you gotta problem, tell it to my 9 hoe
Fuck ya boy, hit

now (uh, uh, uh)

Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'

lights
Strawberry Louis Vuitton
Parisian nights in the moon
Ooh, how you speak with your eyes
Money and the fame, ayy
It goes quick as it came, ayy

the whole
I cop a lotta work, and mail it by the low
I do this shit for real
Fuck you niggas saying
I do this shit for real
Fuck you niggas saying

I got

you
I said, fuck it man, I'ma take my chances
She look good in that shirt, and them respect pants-es yeah
Mami by the bar, every nigga wanna holla
Buyin

Wabash Cannonball/Tolono

Utah Phillips

Good Though!

1973

people say from Chicago 
and St. Louis 
and Peoria by the way 
to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be 
taken

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

They don't love me for who I am but who I'm destined to be,
And for that!, I'll give you everything up under the sun,
Cause in the end, all the girls

to the baseline, have a great time
Make time, know I make time for you
And all these other people hating cause they can't have you
Baby you're my shining star girl

These niggas sassy like they mammas
Niggas Prima donnas, pussy
I'm so icy like I'm Gucci dripping down pucci
I keep that fn in my Louis case a nigga lose

catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks

shot
And you gon rat like Splinter
Catch you wrong time
Nigga snatch your whole dinner
I was down for the summer
Imma grind the whole winter
By the time

Let's get it going
Yeah, yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you motherfuckers
I'm back, yeah
I just want every one of you motherfuckers that

rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch

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

Getcha Getcha

Nelly

Over and Over

something, you know what I'm on 

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (Ho!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (Hey!)
I'm

Mack the Knife

Clay Aiken

Tried & True

2010

A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight dear
Bet you Mackies's back in town

Louis Miller disappeared dear
After drawing out his

Swap Meet Louie

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

runned up gangsta? Who you think you are?
M.C. Hammer? You can't 'ford this Louis Vuitton!"
What you mean I can't afford it. Why would I want to afford

the jean (thow wow)
Maison Margiela stepper (Maison Mar)
What would you do for the cheddar? (what would ya)
She only do what you let her
Get a lil'

losses, ain't no shame
You all playing with the bosses, we saucing
Holy fire like the crosses, no blasphemy

Shooting for the stars by the lane, on the moon

the fuck you think we're in it for?
Yeah
Aye what the fuck you really think we're in it for?
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn

it's snowin'
I could show you where to go like a local
Order 20 bags out of Oakland
I might buy me a motorcycle
And use your girl for a chauffeur
I'm

Shawnna]
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
When I move you move (just like that?)
Hell yeah!, hey DJ bring that