Lyrics:
Well, I'm a jitterbug boy, by the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my hardys too
Life of Riley on a swing shift, gears follow my drift
Once
the money and I'll feel fine, I pack my bags and drink my wine, I only know, I got to go home, good Lord told me so, so help me. Show me the way to St. Louis
tryna bite it
Stop lyin' and give me my shit (give me that)
Smoke Cali, I'm flying, I'm lit
While I'm drivin', ain't trying still stiggin' the whip
the lights down low
put the stereo on
put on our favourite record by
ella fitz and louis armstrong
and take you to our living room dancefloor
and I'll hold you
the money and I'll feel fine, I pack my bags and drink my wine, I only know, I got to go home, good Lord told me so, so help me. Show me the way to St. Louis
with Louis Theroux
How am I so sick? That is such a riddle
I'm a class act - and the class is upper middle
But my bloody phrasing's just amazing
Rhymes
You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon
Fuck on a bitch,
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
to fit in and belong
But I make 'em weep like I'm fuckin Louis Armstrong
I been tryna be strong, pressure get the best of me
I'm snapping like a branch off
with gang
I'm riding by my lonely
These hoes ain't worth a thang
Don't tell me bout love show me
Instagram take down my pages,
And Facebook think they
like my name Santa claus
This ain't math no need for your tangent
If you think their good than bitch I'm god sent
She be calling me Abraham the way we be
Arthur inside my brothel
The size of waffles gunshot holes
Blowing like the U.S Marshal or Louis Armstrong
I knew when the fog's gone, ya spotted
Trigger let that pop
Can't move my legs like I'm paraplegic
Pulled out uh tooth with no anesthesia
Begging for my money look by Felicia
I ain't no Mac
99, premature young nigga barely made it by, I seen my brother Ken in blood
That shit made me cry
Young nigga been thru hella shit was born in 99
Take my hands ,I will lead the way
You no good can’t you see
Brother Louis Louis Louis
Am in love set you free
Oh she’s only looking to me
Only love
and now i turn the lights down low 'n put the stereo on
put on our favourite record by Ella Fitz and Louis Armstrong
take you to our living room dance
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)
(Louis Bag)
Flexin
Relaxin
Wave trago na bag da louis vi (Louis Bag)
Look at my diamonds I'm flexing
Me n these bitches is sexting
All of my diamonds they
to stall
Ain't nobody made me by myself I stand
I'm a fuckin Rockstar not part of a band
This the Yung Wave nation we flyin our flag
For my family and my
Really makes me wanna keep the faith
My hearts grown for you each day
I'm tryna be a better man these days
Be patient, all ways the key
I'm letting things
his business
I'm really feeling way too lit
You really on my dick too much
You really need to try and ease off
Cause baby I'm just tryna function, pop
Louis's Armstrong.
Heard it from the grape'
Besides, you the grape that they like.
Flirtin', mini skirtin' in your white Benz as buck.
I'll shoot you up
whaddya say?
Get out the way, let Louis play
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Take a lesson that I learnt from Louis
He only give it to us 'cause he knew it
this
Stay by my lone
I ain't fucking with no snitch
I said all that to say this
I'M THAT NIGGA LIL BITCH
I'M THAT NIGGA LIL BITCH
5'11" So clean with
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