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Yeah, Yeah
I been, I been
I been way too gone
It's been way too long
Need that bread Crouton
Yeah, Baguettes I'm on
Got Louis Vuitton
Got Louis

you hating get outta my face
Woah, I'm on the way
Cartier glasses all over my face
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
Woah, I'm on the way
Louis V buckle all

child love a wild nigga
Who you think is trouble
But you all wrong
Smiling cheek to cheek
Like I'm Louis Armstrong 
When the city come together 
You

New Hamster so crazy
Took a while cause I be acting so lazy
Hamster Dance when I take off my pants
She thought my Armstrong like the Tour de France

(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you

time that I fess up
And I need help in this cold world
So I'm on my knees tryna bless up

No getting out... I'm trapped in my Old ways
Old wayssssss...

Sugar

Joe Williams

Live at Orchestra Hall, Detroit

1993

a large bet Macheath's in town

My man Louis Miller he split the scene, babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends like

vibing

Man, what a day
Nowhere to be, passing time away
Shaping the clouds my minds way
While to the melody I sway
All day, long
Ottis Redding, Louis

This song tastes like gin
I'm listening to Louis Armstrong
And I'm driving through Angus
To see my friends
"It's been too long," they said
It's been

She just hit my phone, please don't call me, yuh
I just hit decline so she salty, yuh
Oh no no she was a baldy, yuh
I'm in the crib so long feel like

on my own two
With or without you
I know you see this purple round me
I know that you have finally found me
Aint lookin' for no Louis Vuittony
I'm just

way boo I'm passing by
I look way too classy, I be their type
They say I'm that bitch, I'm all about that life
Still shaking my head, cause I'm always

Mack the Knife

Hank Jones

Quintet/Sextet Complete Recordings

2004

done something rash

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
Did this song nice, lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much feeling
That old

(Cash) 
Watch the way that you're approaching me boy
Huh
'Cause I'm packing more than just ass
Yuh
I'm packing racks (Racks)
Stacked in my bag (Bag)
Bitch

(originally by Louis Armstrong)

I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying

phone (rackers)
I just took that bitch to the store (get it baby)
I cover my bitch in Louis (dripping)
I went put Gucci on the floor (whoa)
Rock Givenchy,

to tease me
Louis Armstrong was singing on
That long ride home
You said What a wonderful world to live in
(Yes, indeed)
(Sure is)

Grandpa stopped by, to me

is not in my lane
 
Bitch I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this big pressure,
Broski put a stamp on all his work, he got

that ass my way
Later after the club take it back to my place
Hey, hey
You like bop
You want the guap
You wanted Christian Dior
You want di Loui, di

with the snake eyes
It's unwise to play me by surprise
Go to St Louis and let my chain hang low
Canary yellow diamonds mixed with rose gold
Go to St

Rambo
I'm not your fan, no
Cool it, can it, scram bro
Hit the bando
I smell good like candle
Grip the handle, blast it, let your man go
Bitch I brought my

Should I ball now
Leave a mark now
Feel like Armstrong see the stars
Just tryna whip in foreign cars
In my space ship go to mars
Spit the flame I pop no

Armstrong
But I'm just high
Eyes real low I'm high as hell
Someone asked me last time I fell
'Cause that's me at my best
How you gonna twist it up
And you

the fellowship!
Bounced for the hell of it!
I prefer the long run!
Call me when the song done!
Asked me if I'm on one!
On my Louis Armstrong!