Corrección Letra Go Louie par Lougotcash

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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 bitches that ain't never seen my thing
It was dark, my shit big, knocked that p*ssy right up the frame
In the club, I be lit, half them strippers all on my dick
Silento, I f*ck Nae Nae, now she whippin' all on my dick
She a freak, yeah, I know, I got her lickin' 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 kill, 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 niggas, I ain't f*ckin' with the broke niggas

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
Damn, I hate me a young bitch, they be thinkin' that they rush shit
They be all with the f*ck shit and they say a bunch of dumb shit (bitch)
I got my city behind me, I told these niggas 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, bitch you a stripper, I'm a big Piranha
They say a nigga, 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 bitch 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 niggas f*ck up the mission
Most of these niggas be duckin' the mission
Out of my college so f*ck a tuition
When I get rich and I'm coppin' them villas

Chain, check, rings, check
Young nigga, 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
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Go Louie, go Louie

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