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king louie - michael jordan lyrics

[hook (2x)]
n-ggas ain’t on nothing
gone make me shoot something (blah!)
doing that gum bumping, (talking!)
now they forest gump-ing, (running!)
pull up in sumn’ foreign, (skrrt..!)
b-tch with me she foreign, (awesome!)
balling like i’m tall, (swish!)
call me michael jordan, (do it!)

[verse 1: king louie]
doing all this flexing, (flex)
i should have a weapon, (i do!)
so i got a weapon, (what it do?)
it shoot twice when i squeeze once (boom boom)
this b-tch wanna have me for lunch, (yea)
she knock me down while i smoke four blunts (doooope!)
last b-tch i f-cked was a mixed breed
and i ain’t gave a f-ck since my ten speed, (nah!)
good weed, dirty money what the l!ck read, (what!)
send a b-tch to the store for more empties, (b-tch!)
all black everything when you see me, (louie!)
you just may smell me before you see me (doooooope!)
loudpack, yeah i’m smoking on keisha, (dope)
just d-ck feed her, i don’t need her (trill)
mixed dirty soda with my reefer, (what!) i got on fendi and gucci at the same time (do it!)
me and durk f-cked a b-tch with the same line (yea!)
i’m like swear to god g, he like i ain’t lying (i said i told you)
i said i told the b-tch a same thing last night (haha)
i ain’t even f-ck the b-tch but her head right (ha!)
tell them broke n-ggas stop it like a red light (skrrt..!)
automatic, fully loaded with a red light (blah!)
all this dope and this drank i’m a new hype (do it!)
leave a square n-gga left if he don’t do right (huggghhnn)!

[hook (2x)]

[verse 2: king louie]
flexing is a hobby, (do it!) my new b-tch a hottie, (bad!)
b-tch call me lou gotti, (louie!) got a b-tch named buggati (what up!)
got a b-tch that like benihana
two kd’s and a thunder
kobe in my two cups, two fours got me too stuck
mix matching designer, (do it) you should call me santa (flex)
ho ho ho, i got three hoes
in a coupe but it got four doors
i’ll shoot a n-gga like a photo and even though your b-tch don’t know me
she still gave me head, emoji
clips be long like a tall tee, cook a n-gga brain like an omlet
leave a n-gga really on some dumb sh-t
riding through strapped on some hunt sh-t
30 open hands on my gun sh-t
shoot a n-gga in his stomach, now he need a bag when he go sh-t
n-gga talking that tough sh-t, bullet leave his head busted haan!

[hook (2x)]

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