NBA YoungBoy – Louie V Lyrics
Louie V Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy
(ISM)
(This a Trvilll cook up)
I don’t even want attention if bad hoes ain’t involved
And I don’t give not one fvck ’bout what these niqqas think at all
Uppin’ it up, I don’t need no Adderal
She know how to handle the sack, oh, well
Give a fvck ’bout a [?] Suckin’ d!ck, tell ’em all, “Go to Hell”
I got sick, now I’m never gon’ fail
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail
I’m the sh!t, B!tch, I’m [?] See me swag, don’t you cop it
[?] in that Rocky with Rick Owen
Huh, B!tch come give your all to me (Uh, B!tch, sh!t, why?)
I’m drippin’, I’m up in this motherfvckin’ [?] I’m trippin’, I’m up in this motherfvckin’ [?] I’ma shoot at them dudes (Brrt, baow)
‘Cause they doin’ all that flaggin’
Hold on, YB move too cool
And I run the lead like I’m John Madden
Yeah, sun lean bad B!tch, I dress her up in Poochie too (Oh, wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that too
Ho, you got me naked, and I eat your food
I’m gonna buy white gold
Get your B!tch for to go up and down on the pole
I’m active around this B!tch, yeah, I smack on her a$$ tell her put up her phone
I don’t even want attention if bad hoes ain’t involved
And I don’t give not one fvck ’bout what these niqqas think at all
Uppin’ it up, I ain’t need no Adderal