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Westside Gunn - The Louvre Lyrics

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The Louvre Lyrics[Intro: Westside Gunn]
A-a-ayo
A-a-ayo
Yeah-yeah
Statik Selektah
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
It's the one-two checker, yacht triple decker
Set up the shop, I touch the ceiling on my test run
Legends (Ah) all praises due but I’m the next one
VVS my neck and wrist (Woo) I'm up in Webster wearing Teflon (Ah)
Your shit stepped on (Ah), my shit exon (Ah)
I bust the product off the right, it's in my left arm (Woo)
You see the WestSide Doom, I got the best charm (Mmm)
You hear some gunshots baby don’t be alarmеd (Grr, grrr)
You know I'm the flyest nigga you seen beforе (Woo)
Cherry two door baby (Skrrt)
Bad bitch got a tre pound in the kelly (Ah)
Santorini turn your life white if you let me (Mmm)
Gisueppe, white tip-toes lookin' sexy (Woo)
Your ex nigga doin' too much, I might stretch him (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Paradin', AMG, stay on my A's and B's (Skrrt), P's and Q’s
I’m the illest, don't get confused, baby (Uh-uh)

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Don’t get confused
I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre
I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots
Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha)
Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)
You don’t know what that cook like (Woo)
Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag
You don't know what that look like

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Uh, ayo, who's that peekin' through my window?
Another pretty bimbo trying to skrt in the Benzo
Gettin' money piles in styles, they down ten toes
Rockin' Prada in Paris, this ain't the Poconos (Uh-uh)
We Usain Bolt runnin' the culture, yeah, we hold the gold (Yeah-yeah)
The blick silver, the bullet bronze
The millions all we want, don't be the next fool I pull it on (Bow, bow)
Was droppin' checks in the chase, now I do songs
Got the sauce, grey poupon's (Uh-huh), streets the new don
Vuitton suit on (Uh), you weird niggas To Wong Foo (Haha)
Steppin' on whatever you gon' do
Your album cover got the print of my shoe (That shit trash)
It's FLYGOD, the dimes dyin' to screw
She said she love me, I'm in love with me too
We share the same views
She told me I'm the one, I said "Baby, that ain't news" (Uh-uh)
Tell me somethin' I don't know
If it's really real, tat my logo

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Joey Bada$$]
Don't get confused
I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre
I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots
Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Grrr, ahaha)
Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)
You don't know what that cook like (Woo)
Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag
You don't know what that look like (What else? Hahaha, Badmon)

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$, Westside Gunn & Stove God Cooks]
Ayo, I like my bitch a little ghetto with class
Stay in some new stilettos, keep a Birkin bag just to stash the metal (Brrr)
Lip gloss poppin' at us, we be on another level
Love language quality time, she got a newer bezel
Ballin' like NBA, pull up, we can run the play
These days gotta put these hoes on the NDA (Shh)
Playin' with her private in public, my type of PDA
We could fly private, hit the plane, skip the TSA
Keep a couple sticks in the bag, ain't talkin' PGA
I might put a hole in one (Brrr), had to let you hold the gun
I could never kiss and tell if the cat got my tongue
Told her hit me on the cell any time she wanna-, uh (Shh-shh)
Brooklyn be the bubble that they know me from
I'm a only son, daddy first one
Said she never took a trip to Pari', this her first one
Nine figures on the wall, got lil' baby so sprung (Ah)
Told her even Mona had to sit still to be worth sum'

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Joey Bada$$]
Don't get confused (Yeah)
I flew her to Paris, we hit the Louvre (That's right)
I jumped out the Cullinan, Balenci' boots
Switch got me lookin' at the Rollie like how long he gon' shoot? (Tick-tick-tick-tick; Grrr, ahaha)
Kilo with the Scrooge McDuck stamp (Aha; bap-bap-bap)
You don't know what that cook like (Woo)
Million cash in the crocodile Louis bag
You don't know what that look like