lougotcash - go louie lyrics
[verse 1]
when you grow up in that hood, than you gonna need that thing
yeah, i might leave my fam but i never leave my gang
i done f-cked a couple b-tches that ain’t never seen my thing
it was dark, my sh-t big, knocked that p-ssy right up the frame
in the club, i be lit, half them strippers all on my d-ck
silento, i f-ck nae nae, now she whippin’ all on my d-ck
she a freak, yeah, i know, i got her l!ckin’ all on my tip
my whole block like kfc, got them chickens all on my strip
she wanna f-ck with young louie, told all her friends that she knew me
she either a fan or a groupie, said she was playin’ a movie
i told her i’m playin’ a movie, i bought me a crib in the hills
the junkies, they come to the trap ’cause we got the weed and the pills
i want my name on some bills, i’m tryna see me a mill
so every beat, i’ma k!ll, they gotta give him a deal
young boy but i’m so ill, swear to god, i go go guerrilla
i be actin’ like i don’t know n-ggas, i ain’t f-ckin’ with the broke n-ggas
[hook]
chain, check, rings, check
young n-gga, up next
no sleep, f-ck rest
hit the scene and bust checks
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
[verse 2]
louie back at it again, i’m ballin’ like jeremy lin
i’m ballin’ like freak in the gym, i’m ballin’ like baby in slim
d-mn, i hate me a young b-tch, they be thinkin’ that they rush sh-t
they be all with the f-ck sh-t and they say a bunch of dumb sh-t (b-tch)
i got my city behind me, i told these n-ggas come sign me
i feel like they don’t wanna find me, so f-ck it, i gotta keep grindin’
tryna cash out on a million dollars, takin’ my mama to benihana’s
i need a ferrari, i’m sick of hondas, b-tch you a stripper, i’m a big piranha
they say a n-gga, you look so impressive
gotta keep flexin’, i give him a reffin’
hop out the 6 and i hop out the 7
i feel like it’s christmas, i give ’em my presence
you see my jewelry, my diamonds, the reddest
green in my pocket, it’s lookin’ like lettuce
make me a shirt and don’t f-ck up my letters
feel like jerome, i might bust on her bezels
i put my b-tch in a better position
wait till i’m done, you know we not switchin’
and when we done, you be hissin’ and kissin’
and then you gon’ leave and f-ck up the kitchen
won’t let the lame n-ggas f-ck up the mission
most of these n-ggas be duckin’ the mission
out of my college so f-ck a tuition
when i get rich and i’m coppin’ them villas
[hook]
chain, check, rings, check
young n-gga, up next
no sleep, f-ck rest
hit the scene and bust checks
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
go louie, go louie
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