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King Louie
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[Intro] That’s all I know That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know We gon’ get money, that’s all I know Like fuck bitches, that’s all I know You know stay down, sucker free in a land of lollipops and things That’s all I know, you know what I’m talking about? You know MUBU shit daily That’s all I know, you know what I’m sayin’? Real shit, that’s all I know man [Verse 1] RIP my nigga Dro, RIP my nigga Blow Goofy mad I fucked his bitch, I don’t give a fuck so I used to live in the town, but I never was a Moe Fiends mad we sold em soap, your favorite rapper is a joke Really he don’t want no smoke, turn his ass into some smoke Spent a bag on some smoke, not to sell it, just to smoke Spent three thousand on a coat, you can’t do that ‘cause you broke I give real niggas hope, everything I rap I wrote Your bitch let me rock her boat, let me hit it like a note Drop a goofy like a vote, feelin’ heavy off a four Give a tough guy a halo, they don’t get no brick, they poor They ain’t loyal, niggas poor, niggas pussy, niggas ho What’s a rookie to a pro? That’s a vet on the low They taking shots at the GOAT, picture that like a fro All black like a crow, killing shit like the movies Got the streets on Coogi, niggas squares, call ‘em loosies In the foreign getting to tree, passing gas like “excuse me” Shotgun is a beauty, sucking dick is her duty Got the wrist on Hubl-y, got your bitch on Louie Get the coochy then I’m gucci Met her in Balenciaga but I fucked her wearing Prada Got the MAC, got the K, ok, who got a problem? Goofball made a date in a day, who had a problem? Niggas ain’t even making minimum wage, you got a problem? On my soul these niggas bitches, we gon’ give ‘em six inches Drop a body like a clearance, I get mortgage for appearance Give ‘em sticks for interference, robbed a lame and make him famous Before death you was nameless, niggas lost, niggas laneless Drippin’ sauce on a plain bitch Sorted out your main bitch with her buddy and my main bitch All I got is hundreds, hell nah I ain’t got no change bitch Get your ass banged if you ain’t righteous on that gang shit
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