Lyrics:
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
but that he can have the *right* to have babies.
FRANCIS
Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have
babies, brother.
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I'm too bad
Okay daddy dame to lo que yo quiero deja ve pa lo que da, let me see what u good for, mirame ella no ta de na, look at me she got nothing
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I ain't gonna know
You came
Didn't want nothing to do with me
Got your Louis bag you're too pretty
Guess you're just way to good
For me for me
You didn't want nothing
To do with me
I be giving too many chances
Fuck a bitch let me know when my advance is
Hangin out the window in my louis lances
For my mamma I'll leave a nigga
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
Everyday 24/7 girl, you live in my mind
I know this shit for us is not too much easy
But my future is with you, baby I wanna fight
So many girls up in my DM,
(She too nasty)
She fuck it up there's nothing to say
(She too nasty)
She too busy stuck in her ways
(She too nasty)
I been stuck in my head for a minute
here-abouts
Well baby, I've got news for you,
I'm from Missouri too,
So, naturally, I got my doubts!
You got 'em droppin' by the way-side,
A feelin' I
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
imma stay for good
Yeah, this one's for the muthafuckin neighborhood
So pour it up, then throw it up
The cops roll by, go sober up
Fuck wrong with these
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
My money on you
All on you
Mmm, so tell me
Louis (Louis)
Fendi (Fendi)
Dolce (Dolce)
Gabbana
Gucci (Gucci)
Off-White (Off-White)
Too much
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
stickin wit me like we velcro
New shoes for my freak cause she helpful
She ain't no fun if she is ghetto
Put her in Louis Vuitton cause she special
New
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
A black man, that not too many understand
Hey, baby! How you doin', homie?
What's happening, baby? I wanna get with you
A black man, that not too
me
Only care about yourself
I swear that your love ain't no good for me
I swear that your love ain't no good for me
Baby
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