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louis boi - noize كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: louis boi]
louis boi!
louis boi!
here to f_ck up the game, make noise
yeah we big dogs, you little boys
it’s phenaum, ravey babey and lou
it’s five eight oh the clique, who you?
the whole five, eighty we run it
his whole clique, know that we one hunnit
its big lou the dope man
slang
packs
pints
trick or treat, all through your street
my clique laced up, if we got a prob
they’ll pull up, on ya on feet (on feet!) (on feet!)
we jackboys
them chains sure look nice, place all your jewels in the bag
still on the throne, bе in it a minute
dope boi lou
don’t mean to brag
run thе sack up
run the sack up
y’all talk too much, shut the f_ck up
i’m spazzing so much, just like i’m leaned out
they probably think, i’m back on the cup
yeah we bosses
big dogs
cashing them checks
get your umbrella, its gon rain
jackboys in this b_tch
better tuck them jewels
cause us three amigos, sn_tch your chain
(louis boi)
(louis boi)
[verse 2: phenaum]
brand new coup is ratchet
that brand new coup is blue
(sh_t)
i look out my rear view
put my hands up, to the roof
cause they like to shoot at me
and they like to shoot at you
but anything you do, just stay on your p’s and q’s
(sh_t)
i’m up in the stu, my girl text me i love you
i said baby leave me lone, yeah i’m trynna make some tunes
i know i promise new shoes, i’m a get you pleaser boots
so you can go hit the stage, so you can go bust a move
(yeah)
i’m a scoop you when you done (sh_t)
baby just having some fun (sh_t)
babe i hope you collect funds (sh_t)
baby it’s now time to run (sh_t)
we gon hop up in the benz
bringing yourself and you bring yo friends (sh_t)
you know
what we do
im up! up! in the stu (yeah)
you know i’m with louis boi, pull up and we got them toys
four five on my side, you know we make noise (sh_t)
baby you don’t f_ck with us (sh_t)
baby just get some ones (okay)
baby got some more blues (sh_t)
you know i got on new shoes
fila my shirt my raps and the shoes
[verse 3: ravey babey]
(ravey babey)
which b_tch hard like me? (aye)
which b_tch really spittin’ bars like me?
hopped up on the track with louis boi
so you know i ain’t spitting these bars for free (oh no)
on fire like a whole bic lighter (bic lighter)
she a lame she, a gold d_ck rider (d_ck rider)
scary ho so you cannot find her
lookin’ for you b_tch, you a real ghost writer
ridin’ on the beat, i might cum on the track
blue
green money
all i see is the racks
hit it from the front, then hit it from the back
keep a fly n_gga, h_ll naw i never lack
i’m the type of chick, make a n_gga go crazy
i need cash b_tch, f_ck you pay me?
tried to copy
but you ain’t me
feelin like jesus
these ho’s hate me
k!llin it! (k!llin it!)
ooo they feelin it
yellow bone b_tch, like banana he peelin it
ooo
look at my drip, i’m spillin it
i’m still the same ass b_tch, i ain’t switchin sh_t
mask up yo face, cause i’m h_lla sick
ooo
i’m so fine and i’m h_lla thick
give you my time, if the money thick
i can’t f_ck with you, like i’m celebic (b_tch)

- louis boi

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