Louis XIII Lyrics

Where my Belaire Rose

Where my runtz straight propane

Where my bitch no foreplay

My drawers off in da doorway

I ride w it

Frankie mueller I dive w it

Double Ace I push through w da heart rate

I slide in it

Louise XV champagne

Louis XIII Canteen

Louise XIII (x10)

(Woooo)

Run for mayor no king of Florida shit but I still need a campaign

(Yuh [whisper])

Sip up w my dime Mama love giving throat on dat champagne

(Pour up)

LOUIS XIII

I could go fo XIII

I be sippin champagne

While my bitch a dope fiend

AHHHHH

Kill da bottle till my liver pop

Break uh dawn bout a hunnet shots

I Break ya heart while ya panties drop

I’ve been him gotta gimme props

She da Jordan player uh da game

(2 3)

Uh

I got hooks like Kareem

(Add ten)

Uh

Pillow talk in ha dream

(Night night [whisper])

Uh

Shawty made fo da team

(No cap)

Ay

Foreign slidin in da beam

Ay

Florida mama Irish cream bae

I be on da sovi cream wave

Wait

SKRRRRRRRRRRRRR

(Roll up)

Grams in da blunt bout 3 and change in da wood no wait she fried

Tied

Liq in da flask aged more than my OG now he drink fine

Wine

Ion ian know what team I rep got fakes in front uh my eyes

Why

Gas so loud I pack dat siren

I be on my king James shit no tyrant

(Too too)

I ain’t no shootuh but I pack dat iron

Blick on da hip shot wet like Byron

(Wooo)

Ian roll out quick wave y’all surf on know damn well Drac led this mile

Ian wanna tell y’all act senile

Got a burk bag for my hoe all smiles

Ian wanna fold up like LA trials

Ion like no test Drac on speed dial

Scat Pack or da i8

(Skrrrrrt)

get jumped when I size 8

(Throw ya set up)

Sleep couple till I’m tied then I take off w da mind straight

(YA)

Hit da dash like Roscoe ay shawty gimme dat heartache

(Boo)

She be toppin w no hands shout waka flaka and walè

(Oh)

She be toppin w no hands shout waka flaka and walè

She be toppin w no hands shout waka flaka and walè