Every Balmain Lyrics

(L Beats)
My name ain't Louis, but I'll strong-arm you niggas

Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah

Ran up and I came in it
Givin' it to her raw
[?] for Thanksgiving
I'ma switch your car suite
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season
I ain't bluffin', I'm callin' it how I see it
My niggas do numbers, we undefeated
Had everything, but the mausoleum
[?] on me like 2am
Fish tank look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin' mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top

Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah

(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Cut throat bear, Kodak play
I'm slayin' her, I'm slayin' her
You p*ssy niggas don't wear enough
I ain't even tryna jammed up
Keep switchin' up, brand new android
Feel like the feds be watchin' me everywhere I go, I'm paranoid
Still keep a .9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon', how are you sleepin' on me?
Lil' nigga, I do big ole' things
Mask on 'cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit
Need hand sanitizer 'cause you niggas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil' nigga, it's lit
My P.O. fine, I'ma tell her to quit
She already know I got [?] in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
f*ck what the paper say, that ain't my jit
Be ready to pull up, nigga, that ain't my stick
The police be askin' 'bout murders and shit
I'ma stand up, nigga, I'll take me a sip
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I'm gleerious, they curious
I'm sweatin' up, bitch, I respect my dick
I won't f*ck no ho' on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain't even got no email
I'm pullin' up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season

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