Lyrics:
Whoa, whoa (8)
Bitch, I'm in my bag, Gucci (Gucci)
Shirt Pucci (Pucci)
Check my belt, bitch, it's Louis (Whoa)
Your bitch choosin' (A million)
action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound
(Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
you will, I leave em stand still
Rap better than me, that noise please kill
Solve any crime like the great Dick Tracy
Make more jazz than the late
give her a check
We at the bank and we cashing fake checks
She was like Wesley, he taught me the best
That nigga lame, he be stressing his ex yeah, I am
a homiside
It's gon be a homiside
See the evil in they eyes
Hate me as I'm riding by
Standing they on the side lines
They know it's a homiside
They know it's
stylist
I call it a passion for fashion
Uh, brand new Louis V up out the plastic
I'm talkin' shit that straight from Paris
Water on my wrist, bitch you
Since I was young, been a mufuckin' mack, yeah
Long live Jack
Catch me a opp, put a bitch in the past
Money on his head, I ain't worried 'bout that
Give
girl
No
Don't give me lip baby girl
No
It's been trip baby girl
Shit
I'm on my shit baby girl
Yeah
This ain't a miss baby girl
No
Don't give me lip baby
and baby I don't take a day off
Ain't no breaks that ain't my kind of jazz
See I'm full of pizzazz I don't deal with bitch ass
I ain't hypnotized by no
To hero
We no Dey do
Borrow borrow
Kuo asa wey fine
Like ini edo
Balling like
Odion ighalo
If money go
Give me fever
I no send
Whether nah high
Or yellow
If
I'm mixing day and night
I know you say your done
Just give me one more try
Now give me one
That makes me love my life
When the time comes
Think i'm in
Nigga, go kill somebody
Can't afford to have no even score
Long nights, Just me and Olay in that
Kitchen by that stove
I think that's the same reason why
Drive you out to the coast like here we go
Said she like it froze so I let it snow
Louis Vuitton that's all she want
She really be letting me know
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
(Whiteshine you made this)
fah fah fah fah
She call me Harry Styles cause I got Louis
Caramel baddie all night she lusting
But I'm not that trusting
the glue snaps
Walk away with 2 snacks
Damn that ass is softer than some smooth jazz
Trynna walk up on me give it 2 smacks
Got your girl like
Oh damn
You
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
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
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
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