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larryvuitton – vuitton shit lyrics

[intro]
aye, its gang sh-t

(vuitton x6)

[chorus]
she blow a n-gga like hot soup
i might hit you with the ak too
n-gga i run the school
f-cking these b-tches they baddies too
im not no n-gga with att-tude
bad b-tch im after you
stupid n-gga hit him with the stick
if you lackin imma take ya b-tch
loui bag with my loui fit
its larry vuitton up in this b-tch

[verse]
i sell a bean for the 5
i sell a gram for the 10
pull up wit ar in benz
make a n-gga freeze and put up his hands
break a n-gga neck like a stick
bad b-tch she can get tha d-ck
i cop a pound and i smoke it
i got a b-tch and she dumb thick
pints in so i get some ice
can’t pour up tha wop without no sprite
thought he was my n-gga but he was a dyk-
my dreads long like a gucci stripe
fat blunt i just needa light
my d-ck good like dirty rice
she ride slow but that ain my type
i bust a nut needa wet wipe
he say he shoot but he choke
i new this n-gga was a joke
i took yo b-tch when i was broke
now im flexing on these lil -ss hoes
he said he was bringing his n-ggas
i pick up my choppa lets go
banana clip full of ammo
ain enough i need sum more
shootin these bullets they slo mo
b-tch im go mode you already know tho
yo b-tch just might hop in the whip
me and my n-ggas might flip
or she could dance on my d-ck
smoke some gas not the nic
like soccer i kick
kickin yo b-tch out my crib
how a real n-gga live
take advice or some tips
grills shine like eclipse
she eat a n-gga like chips
i fw blood not brips
diamonds soo cold like some ice
you gon rob me think twice
if you want to we can fight
i mix purple with tha sprite
get a young b-tch that i like
i pull up quick in the rari
black horse on the logo
n-gga its fendi not phony
i f-ck with yo b-tch and it ain on the low low
i eat yo b-tch with a chopstick
hit you n-ggas with the mopstick
her p-ssy i popped it
i ballout when im f-ckin shoppin (aye)
wait 30 needa reup
yo b-tch got a b cup
work hard for yo bread
i sit back and put my feet up (aye)
n-gga my bullets go far n-gga
n-gga yo bullets go nowhere
hurt a n-gga too bad
made that n-gga need healthcare
swear to god i dont care
man yo b-tch really been everywhere
i got the f like its february
you got the l like yo name ain larry
(aye x2)

[chorus]
she blow a n-gga like hot soup
i might hit you wit tha ak too
n-gga i run the school
f-cking these b-tches they baddies too
im not no n-gga w att-tude
bad b-tch im after you
stupid n-gga hit him with the stick
if you lackin imma take ya b-tch
loui bag with my loui fit
its larry vuitton up in this b-tch

- larryvuitton lyrics

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