Young Louis got chip in the Stewie
Ya know ?
Live fast die young keep my ass on the thrown
Still smoke good weed still take shots to the Dome
Don't miss having to walk the streets with the chrome
Wire tapd better watch what you say on the phone
Tryna avoid indictment so we speaking in code
Glad I put that life behind I had to take another road
Momma always told me that not all that glitters is gold
So I will never fold ...ten toes I stand on my own
So go and google me you know I stay twisting cones
I'm in the booth and everything's straight off the dome
I stand tall y'all come up short like garden gnomes
Ask for a P and have the goons run in your home
Coming straight for ya head like long hair in a comb
And I ain't built this over and neither was Rome
We some heavy weights and y'all more like styrofoam
We buyin with cash y'all steady taking out loans
I'm in the zone I'm chilling with ya bitch and she say she loving the cologne
You a fake ass gangster I'm more like Al Capone
Hit it from the back had her fallen apart like post Malone
Shorty talking stupid told her watch her tone
I've never on time I just had to make it known
So if you hit me last minute imma have to postpone
I'm too busy doing shows and smoking dro
Listening to your bars is painful passing kidney stones
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
I got the windows up the AC on blast
You know we stay smoking that gas
Louis Lowg just copped a pack
So now we on the road fast track in to macs
Just seen a bitch from my past
Brought up some shit and I laughed
Sometimes I just feel like an ass
I told her I cannot trip over something that happened that would mean that I'm going back Nah
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
Yeah a fling with a ting
A fling with ting
Yeah this is just a fling with a ting
And I Still Keep Js rolled up and Jordan's
On my feet
Still Meditatiate at night thinking about the streets
Watch those fake friends they mind full of deceit
Front them a pack and they Disappear like deadbeats
Oh my what a crime ? Cause I stay high!?
The only time I'm spittin is when Byrd makes them Beatz fly
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
LouisxLowg - No Limiter (feat. Chip Douglas) Lyrics
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Young Louis got chip in the Stewie
Ya know ?
Live fast die young keep my ass on the thrown
Still smoke good weed still take shots to the Dome
Don't miss having to walk the streets with the chrome
Wire tapd better watch what you say on the phone
Tryna avoid indictment so we speaking in code
Glad I put that life behind I had to take another road
Momma always told me that not all that glitters is gold
So I will never fold ...ten toes I stand on my own
So go and google me you know I stay twisting cones
I'm in the booth and everything's straight off the dome
I stand tall y'all come up short like garden gnomes
Ask for a P and have the goons run in your home
Coming straight for ya head like long hair in a comb
And I ain't built this over and neither was Rome
We some heavy weights and y'all more like styrofoam
We buyin with cash y'all steady taking out loans
I'm in the zone I'm chilling with ya bitch and she say she loving the cologne
You a fake ass gangster I'm more like Al Capone
Hit it from the back had her fallen apart like post Malone
Shorty talking stupid told her watch her tone
I've never on time I just had to make it known
So if you hit me last minute imma have to postpone
I'm too busy doing shows and smoking dro
Listening to your bars is painful passing kidney stones
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
I got the windows up the AC on blast
You know we stay smoking that gas
Louis Lowg just copped a pack
So now we on the road fast track in to macs
Just seen a bitch from my past
Brought up some shit and I laughed
Sometimes I just feel like an ass
I told her I cannot trip over something that happened that would mean that I'm going back Nah
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
Yeah a fling with a ting
A fling with ting
Yeah this is just a fling with a ting
And I Still Keep Js rolled up and Jordan's
On my feet
Still Meditatiate at night thinking about the streets
Watch those fake friends they mind full of deceit
Front them a pack and they Disappear like deadbeats
Oh my what a crime ? Cause I stay high!?
The only time I'm spittin is when Byrd makes them Beatz fly
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
Ya know ?
Live fast die young keep my ass on the thrown
Still smoke good weed still take shots to the Dome
Don't miss having to walk the streets with the chrome
Wire tapd better watch what you say on the phone
Tryna avoid indictment so we speaking in code
Glad I put that life behind I had to take another road
Momma always told me that not all that glitters is gold
So I will never fold ...ten toes I stand on my own
So go and google me you know I stay twisting cones
I'm in the booth and everything's straight off the dome
I stand tall y'all come up short like garden gnomes
Ask for a P and have the goons run in your home
Coming straight for ya head like long hair in a comb
And I ain't built this over and neither was Rome
We some heavy weights and y'all more like styrofoam
We buyin with cash y'all steady taking out loans
I'm in the zone I'm chilling with ya bitch and she say she loving the cologne
You a fake ass gangster I'm more like Al Capone
Hit it from the back had her fallen apart like post Malone
Shorty talking stupid told her watch her tone
I've never on time I just had to make it known
So if you hit me last minute imma have to postpone
I'm too busy doing shows and smoking dro
Listening to your bars is painful passing kidney stones
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
I got the windows up the AC on blast
You know we stay smoking that gas
Louis Lowg just copped a pack
So now we on the road fast track in to macs
Just seen a bitch from my past
Brought up some shit and I laughed
Sometimes I just feel like an ass
I told her I cannot trip over something that happened that would mean that I'm going back Nah
Uh And you know I'm stoned
F*ck what you gotta say
Smoke weed im blazed f*ck what you say
I be Getting to the money this ain't a race
It's a marathon smoking out the bong
Smoke like chech and Chong
Yes all the sings I song
I meant the songs I sing
Look at all my bling
F*cking on a bitch
But This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
This is just a fling
Yeah this is just a fling
Yeah a fling with a ting
A fling with ting
Yeah this is just a fling with a ting
And I Still Keep Js rolled up and Jordan's
On my feet
Still Meditatiate at night thinking about the streets
Watch those fake friends they mind full of deceit
Front them a pack and they Disappear like deadbeats
Oh my what a crime ? Cause I stay high!?
The only time I'm spittin is when Byrd makes them Beatz fly
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
Sick of the deceit
Sick of the all the lies
Writer: Logan Auker
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