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louie - jazz swag lyrics

[intro]
“yuh, this one it”
[verse 1]

i was walking down the street
my homie came up to me
“louie how you doing?”
good kid vibing i’m alive
i know god got me, he said
“d-mn right ayee, lemme spit some to ya
know about this party, bad b-tches gon be errywhere”
it’s been a minute since i stepped out
f-ck it homie ima slide, send me the info
pull up ’bout eleven thirty
ight bet check ya later
dab my dawg n kept it moving
right on down my path
found a hundred dollars
held it to the sun to make sure it’s real
sure enough it was, thank you lord
for this blessing (okay)
in the store need stoner snacks (yuh)
get something for all the jits (yuh)
gotta show the love i’m shown (woo)
teach ’em never love no shones (woo)
get paid for all yo’ shows
hol’ down yo’ own, never be owned
stick to yo’ style n shoot at these clones

[hook]

you can catch me in my city
smoking on some good weed
riding ’round p-ssing out mixtapes
working on the label
murder money mob on the rise
divide and conquer, stacking paper
buring paper, stay lowkey to avoid ’em papers woo

[verse 2]

pulled up on my primo
gotta re-up for the studio
all i smoke is primo
first like primero
top shelf, zips n edibles
concentrates when i needa think
get it for no charge (what)
that’s what comes with a good face card (aye aye aye aye)
tol’ em double up put it on credit
that’s a f-cking joke
in the booth now (huh) lay down tracks
like well trained b-tches
no rest ’till my residuals
reside me in bill gates’ neighborhood
made some greatness, rip young greatness (wooo)
at the party now, shawty wilding
looking at me in my white t
she said i’m s-xy, in my sweats she wanna s-x me
fo’ i could, homie p-ssed the mic
said “bless this party”
can’t resist, play my song
i gotta perform
now i’m swarmed by so many -sses
they loving, touching, grabbing, screacming, “louie” (aye)

[hook]

you can catch me yo’ my city
smoking on some good weed
riding round p-ssin’ out mixtapes
working on the label
murder money mob on the rise
divide and conquer, stacking paper (woo)
buring paper (woo) , stay lowkey (woo) to avoid ’em papers woo

- louie lyrics

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