Til i meet selena lyrics

by

King Louie


Rolling off a yopper
Heavy reefer puffer
Flex I make a muscle
Yeah that cash I gets a lots of
b*tch I'm legal so I'm ridin' round like Rambo
With that HD Nice ass weapon
I got change for my Giuseppes
Wet 'em up they f*cking with some body snatchers
Smoking on that muscle with a thot named Tasha
n*ggas getting face shots in the broad day
Made his ass a day n*gga we don't play
Fonem come out cus' like boom-boom-boom
n*ggas get hit falling, fonem like doo-doo
And them roads look like [?]
Come and dance with the stars
We ain't shooting at no cars
Hopping out, popping sh*t up
Droppin' sh*t
Popping sh*t up
n*ggas ain't on nothing
They just talking sh*t up
Catch 'em while they walking
Now they chalking sh*t up
Get your ass motherf*cking candle, memorial
Put 'em on the motherf*cking table, cut em open, autopsy
T-shirt, R.I.P
I just want my b*tches to give my b*tches kisses
All I smoke is ralph, boy, your mid-sh*t different
This b*tch think I love her, girl you really tripping
Boy I'm Michael Jordan, you just Scotty Pippen
Pistol explode, hot shells make him shake like he's having a seizure
Look inside up [?]
My name is Louie, but for some reason they call me Tony
Hitters come through, and delete all that sh*t Shawty
Straight erase 'em, couple pesos
Yeah we made the news
Ball like Vegas boo
I am Booaglo
Fonem hit them up, he invisible
sh*t get critical
And my brother is Obama, its political
Can't do the dash, cause that sh*t digital
And the feds is watching
b*tches hella jocking, I be hella beaming
Man I f*cked they b*tch, they be hella steaming
Im king, Im dreaming
Till I meet Selena
Till I meet Selena

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