Lyrics:
baby blow my mind
Blind fold me, control me, eat me til I'm weak in the knees, baby blow my mind
Kiss me, tease me, bite me, lick me, choke me real
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
around I guess I'm a nomad
Blow her back out she call me blowback
Pay the fees and I got my soul back
I don't wanna resort to violence
Almost did it, it
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
peeled back
Baby you know it
West side still the best side smellin' like a pound when I breeze by
Picture me rollin
Doing this since I was knee high jet
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"
If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
"You can do it"
I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie
Sip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys
Baby what you sippin let me get it
I've been going for a minute
I don't really think that I can back out
Let me see you bust it how you split it
Hold
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
, back with me
Listen
Hey sexy, tell him that it's over
Tell him you my baby
And my coupe is your stroller
Tell him his Louis Vuitton scarf is your
the breeze of the night cold night cold
Whoa
I like to cover up my head I put my hoodie up
A cop might kill me but its nothin new to us
Get to bustin' back I
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
the
Freak in me
In my chariot riding by limousine
Oh me
Oh my
She a Venus fly trap how she caught me
By surprise
Fly nigga top of the line
She gotta tight
(feeling myself)
Get a pack & brang it back yes I make a killing myself (killing myself)
Get a pack & brang it back my nigga now they calling me chef
Put it on my life now
500 dollar Louis wallet
Ion even use it
Send that shit to me
I’ll send it back n give u better music
Get up on ur knees do
you all to call me Loretta.
REG
What!?
STAN
It's my right as a man.
JUDITH
Why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
STAN
I want to have babies.
REG
You
pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar
My attitude must be the justice
Fuck you nigga, I'm quick to clown
And we coming back
baby it's starting to get bad
Louis V my tag
What happened to Virgil? That shit make me so mad
They can't make me mad, deuce five in my bag
I be going
the bedroom, I'm sleeping thru the pain (oh no)
Blow smoke out the window, I'm driving in the rain (oh no)
Rooftop catch the breeze
And just sit back and count
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
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