Lyrics:
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
Keep my Armstrong to lift em up like I make Jazz now
Damn the block been hot but it's okay cause we keep fans round
You know that you ain't stepping
‘em *gunshot*
Pop in that, in that and that hood
Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods
I give props to St Louis, props to Memphis
Buck
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
she's the best
seriously....
see my girl
she's the best girl I ever had
Would give the world
Just to make her stay with me
I know that I'm not
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out,
She give me big head Jimmy Neutron
Insurance on the gas like State Farm
The Molly and Percs came from Kim Wong
Put the Rollie Prezi on my forearm
eat me alive
As quick as the noon is high
Narrated by Charole and
Hispanic retro-ghetto jive give me five
Sixteen seconds ago
They fell fell back
See it, want it, gimme, aw
Braggot in me, aw, coursing through me
Tag say "Louie", bag say "Louie", no Armstrong
Dresses with the slit, dresses with
self-centered
People change when it's about personal gain
I stay in my lane 'cause I'm not done with the checks
Give me what I deserve and not speak
Everybody ripping my style like the shit that hurts
But they don't give me my credit that's the shit that hurts
There's something I might say, There's
So give me the credit I'm lettin' 'em all know
That I'm the diggady, diggady, diggady, diggady, diggady Domino
Chorus
[Third Verse]
Diggady, diggady,
bluff
Pay me what you owe me
Ballin' bigger than LeBron
Bitch, give me your money
Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?
Bitch better have my money
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
to get me
This is bigger than the color green
This is Denzel in the last scene
Of a Spike Lee joint, Malcolm X story
Necessary by any means
This is
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody rise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
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