Lyrics:
I got ten toy soldiers for Billy Joe I got coloring book for Sue
I got a little toy train for Danny boy and a cowboy suit for Loui
I got a talkin'
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
poen
Ja ik weet nog goed dat ze buona sera zong
En dat ze nog met ons op louis prima prima swong
Altijd onvoldoendes maar een acht-en-half voor
"Comrades
a health to the monarch of France!"
With a thunderous cheer now
They did as their bade
For King Louis is loved by the Irish Brigade
A health
moved by a movie
medium is the message now
you're saying do the right thing
but then you turn around
you turn around and
do it wrong
you gotta
What you want
Louis Vuitton
I'll put you on
That's what you want
I'll blow your mind
Just hide your eyes
I'm amaze by your ocean eyes
Damn, bae like
moved by a movie
medium is the message now
you're saying do the right thing
but then you turn around
you turn around and
do it wrong
you gotta break
wrong
When every day is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
Everyday is sunshine
I was born by the river with the sunblock
Say I'm cooking up the heat so
The Bala Bay Inn
Was built in ninteen-ten
Not much has changed in this hotel
People still come by
To dance, dine, and sing
And remember Louis Riel
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
Port Harcourt)
(Catch me cruising in Port Harcourt)
Elevated by the little things
Swagging in my Louis V
Chilling in the garden city (Chilling in the,
a Louis wearin' ass nigga
Burned True Religions, been slumped Balmains
Singin' nigga but I will get you rolled on
Don't make my niggas feel a way, ain't
Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabana
Fendi, Givenci, Balenciaga
Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabana
Louis, Givenci, Balenciaga
What's Gucci?
What's Prada?
What's
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
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
and stretch 'em, and tail 'em down
Like they did in days gone by
And good slab fence, and common sense
Are ne'er in short supply
The iron still hits
I'm checking her out
She checking me out,
I'm looking a flex (looking a flex)
I was looking a Louis,
A looking Gucci
I'm looking in west
bang
Chitty chitty bang
Yo if niggas don't know nothin
They know not to try me though
Yeah I like pussy, just not standing by me though
My man did 15,
raden vind ik super
Super super super super
Super super super super
Super super super super
Super super super super
Super prima tranen in de villa
People pass by and say
Have you ever been to northern California
The west coast in the summer
Sometimes there's no reply
We've only been as far
Tangerine,
She is all they claim
With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
Tangerine,
When she dances by
Senoritas stare and caballeros
Sto chillato sul sedile dell'auto
Ti pull-uppo co ste rime d'un fiato
Selettore in full-auto
Non ti da scampo
Cervello sull'asfalto
(Drive by)
Sto
I'mma Louis V steppa (Louis V)
I don't fold under pressure (I don't fold)
Tryna' keep it in the road tryna hold us together (Tryna hold us together)
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