King Louie – Bars Lyrics
Turn Up (Cheif, Cheif)
Burn Up (Loud, Loud)
Man Up (What)
Band UP (What)
[Verse 1:King Louie]
I got my cooker on me
Don't make me cook it homie
Yeah I fucked yo' bitch, and yo' little sister on me
I just met the bitch, she acting like she know me
First I touch the water, then chill with me Roadie
Anti-Fuckboy Tell 'em free my brodie
I'm smoking dope boy, call it zach and codey
The loudest pack and codeine
Bitch I'm ballin' six rings
I got the hardest 16's
MuBu bands 816
I got the juice you Rahiem
Leave you wacked on the scene
Big ass clips like a movie, I just might let off a scene
Shit I let off 15, and I still got 16
Bitch I'm King, I'm Supreme
Yeah I'm Good like Protein
And Ballin' Rogaine
And my ex my ex bitch, cause she was fucking no names
And that ain't cool, that shit lame
That shit cray, ye' and Jay
My new bitch call me Bae
And I be calling her bitches
She be rolling my swishas
Sometime she hold my pistol
And I'm fly as a missle
Well me I'm offcial, and they artificial
Make me load magazines, and make sure you get yo' issuse
These niggas funny they tickle
I get money, get bitches
Do some shows, do some features
Pour some purple, smoke reffa
MuBu L's for the reapa'
I go ham my flow eat ya'
I got the potion, no beaka'
That'll go in yo' speaka'
Yo' ho look like a keepa', I just wanna dick feed her
Give her bakc when I'm finished
Smoke a pack till I'm finished
R.I.P to the fallen, M.O.B hold no fallen
I be love-not-at-all'in
Hear these fuck niggas talkin', But the money keep callin'
And my gang MuBu, We addicted to ballin'
I'm addicted to dope, I'm addicted to shrimp
My bitches think I'm pimp, so I think I'm a pimp
I'm a mac bite my apple, I hang with tickets no raffel
Im such a fucking boss, I should have a statue
And since I'm the king I'm 'bout to get me a castle
And I don't fight at all, I got a semi that wrestle
And yo bitch gave me dome, I told her give me that ass too
Talkin' 'bout I'm a boss
Wanna get on a song go tell them how much I cost
I reak of dope at my meetings, and I get paid for greetings
Got them gooines at parties, Shoot up shit before leavin'
Leave you bleedin', No breathin'
Bitch I'm eating still cravin'
No longer foucsed on millions, I'm trynna build up like J-Pad
Bitch real as no faking, Maserati we rakin'
Smokin' dope, my eyes asian
I'm so high in the clouds, everydays a vaction
Niggas say they get money, spend heavy rotation
I be medicain tastin', stupid gas what I'm facing
Bitches smoke like I laced it
We could fuck if they bad, they suckin' dick if they basic
Tell sercuity they bitches don't give a fuck cause I'm wasted
Catch me louie dark shaded, Baning up call it made it
Washed up niggas is faded, I'm with yo bitch getting Jay'ded
I just write it and lay it, Get it out and they play it
Niggas leave me alone and find somebody to play wit'
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