Lyrics:
Wystarczy mi pięć linii muzyka wszystko gra
Miałem suki nuty zanim Louis kurwa Vuitton miał
Zapachowe? Ja miałem zapasowe
Tyle szczurów w tym wyścigu
Pullup in a foreign its kosher
I'm boutta live by the ocean
I got ya bitch and she really look cozy
Baby you callin me, over
Less talkin, more movin,
to the front,
Cabbage is second on the rail,
Beautiful Linda is third by a length,
And Feitlebaum.
Around the first turn
Stu Chan is still in front,
Cabbage
locked until the morning
I'mma do by 23
What they couldn't do by 40
Got a shorty with a Beamer
Her ex-boyfriend was a cheater
So I'm driving while she's
Louis strums the chords, a ballad to inspire,
Tales of victories, fueled by the fire.
Bound by a passion, a quest to be true,
In a world of board games,
Living day by day Living by my morals
Trying not to stray Morally, I feel so gray
Help me make peace with myself With the pain I've been feeling
I
Damn Enkay
Yeah, hold up
Rich so cold, I might freeze
I don't even like the word free
You can see I'm rich by the beat
I ain't never said the word
Make it what
She wants a birkin on her arm now
Make it what
Wearing all my clothes now she feeling me
Dressed up head to toe in that Louis V
Steady
condemns the whole of drones to such a malicious fate
The burning of the 48 has come about by the seduction of the proud with power
For drones they are,
feel today
If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my truck and make my get away
St. Louis woman with her diamond ring
Pulls that man
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
just eye fuckin', eye fuckin')
Your Louis purse and I just think I love your hair
(We're just eye fuckin', eye fuckin')
Meet me in the hallways where
can't let go, let go, let go
Baby, you've got me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end
on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you
by the gun, die, (gang-gang) gang, none of that squad shit (gang-gang)
Pull up where you live, (skrrt) fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo, woo)
I
Aye Ross, sauce it up
I want you to go
I want you to know
That I'm done
I want you gone
You remind me of a sauna
But you act like a prima donna
Girl
prima si
E poi che "Tranquillo" è morto in guerra
Come "Frà, fidati!"
Di 'sti flow sono un maestro come Pai Mei
Tu fai quello poi fai questo
Ma non fai i
prole lo vuole
Cuore passione s'impone sull'illusione che duole
E il suono che, arriva in fila vibrera'
Come prima piu' di prima messo in rima sopra il
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
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