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lou siffa - lou siffas ball lyrics

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[verse 1: lou siffa]
allow me to introduce myself, pleased to meet you, now move while i excuse myself, i’m far enough away from heaven i can lose myself but that just means i’m close enough to you to prove myself, the season of the beast, its salt and pepper time, lou on his pepper grind, heatin’ up the streets, i had to spread my wings and lay my halo down haters was throwing stones, they’re catching vapors now, lou’s making moves, though they hear not a sound “waiting for the earth to shake and move to curse all hallowed ground, but give me six months and bet they gon’ be throwing roses mr six gun hotter than the summer solstice

[hook: lou siffa] if only you’d decide, if only you would rise, only the truth continues on so only humans die, since only humans die, its only you and i, that live a livid lie, so sit the truth aside, they call me lou siffa, these n-ggas’ call me lou siffa, but you can call me mr lou siffa, i know how to ball, i can shoot wit’ ya’ i like blunts and alcohol, so i’ll get stupid wit’ ya’, they call me lou siffa, these b-tches call me lou siffa, but you can call me mr lou siffa, yeah i know how to ball, i can shoot wit’ ya’, i heard you call, so lift your crucifix up

[verse 2: lou siffa] this is just my opening move, got yall’ in perpetual check, bi s-xual hoes i choose, for hetero s-xual s-x, im trying to catch your b-tches eye and pitch d-ck back at her, rabbit punches mad hatter “batter batter batter”, lil’ drummer boy, she calls me pied piper, she be whistling dixie, i love to pile drive her, its a cold world, i wear my hood, give me you throat girl, i can spare some wood, in all red like yesterdays newspaper, 3 piece with the shoes gator, clean, im old school like a studibaker, the most i think about a b-tch is n-gga’ you take her, mean

[bridge: lou siffa] i call this red work, hot as the fire of zeus, red dirt the aftermath of a fired nuke this my magnum opus my, diary of biased truth, zim past raping this is magic at its highest use
[verse 3: lou siffa] we all h-ll bound, the streets judge your worth,your dogs sell you out unless the streets f-ck you first, when you’re paid n-ggas’ quiet when you proceed to speak, but when you ain’t’ n-ggas’ try you and perceive you weak b-tche say im c-ck strong yeah, thong song, i’ll knock your block off, then put your block on, im h-llboy with a bell boy knock on throwing up damu to my dogs n-gga’ rock on

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