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Larry Dickens - Louie V Luggage (feat. Tory Ace) Lyrics



Larry Dickens - Louie V Luggage (feat. Tory Ace) Lyrics




Nigga f*cking stupid stay the f*ck up out my pockets
12 whips new crib and 2 new Versace watches
I'm rolling in dough and profit
I think to myself wait stop it
You might be here but are you really conscious

Rap for the riches and the chains and the evil
I stepped in the game just to feed all my people
Rap is straight bullshit don't let it deceive you
These niggas are hungry I'll promise they'll eat you
Oh sick you doing shows young nigga
Spending them bands and pulling hoes young nigga
Making demands up on on the road young nigga
But will you have bands when you're old young nigga
Flexing on the gram I'm flexing my bands in real estate
You looking shiny now but chains and them cars depreciate
Appreciate yourself take action and straight initiate
Don't sit and wait for shit to come to you Cause then you'll seal your fate.
Don't wanna be rat racing
Complacent stay in my place
They traded shackles for chains
Thats that New age enslavement
Lift ourselves by the bootstraps
And kick us of the plantation
Just to keep all us down
With that Jim Crowe segregation
Man I'm getting impatient
I'm f*cking tired of waiting
I see my people hurting
And I almost can not face it
Stacked ten high on that slave ship
Pre pre pre pare for displacement
They took all of our history and motherf*cking defaced it
They f*cking doing it still that label buy you a Benz
They tell you nigga you ballin go buy some chains and some rims
They tell you your money longer and they got you convinced
And y'all niggas spend that shit because y'all wanna fit in
But I'm breaking the bread
My niggas prep for the feast
Won't see no chains on they neck
I took my chains and broke free
And I took my dreads and groomed them into locks I whipped the world with
And it keeps me up and night wondering was it worth it

I cant lie
Look me in my face & I can't lie
Niggas diamonds so fugazi make me cry
Niggas got alot of hustle with not grind
Its a Briefcase full of the dough
Lotta Louie V luggage on the floor
Its a Briefcase full of the dough
Lotta Louie V luggage on the floor
Why would I ever believe in any of yall
Money so big that I be feeling so small
My momma a genius and my granddaddy a dog
These bitches is leeches they suck the soul outta y'all
Flexin on the gram why you doing that
You lying in your raps yeah you full of cap
I know your history you really is a rat
Your bitch all over me i tell her fall back
Tory ace times 2
GoKu
Mix it will a little bit of Majan Bu
Blowing up my phone bitch I'm in the booth
Pick the baddest bitch up out the f*cking group
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English

Nigga f*cking stupid stay the f*ck up out my pockets
12 whips new crib and 2 new Versace watches
I'm rolling in dough and profit
I think to myself wait stop it
You might be here but are you really conscious

Rap for the riches and the chains and the evil
I stepped in the game just to feed all my people
Rap is straight bullshit don't let it deceive you
These niggas are hungry I'll promise they'll eat you
Oh sick you doing shows young nigga
Spending them bands and pulling hoes young nigga
Making demands up on on the road young nigga
But will you have bands when you're old young nigga
Flexing on the gram I'm flexing my bands in real estate
You looking shiny now but chains and them cars depreciate
Appreciate yourself take action and straight initiate
Don't sit and wait for shit to come to you Cause then you'll seal your fate.
Don't wanna be rat racing
Complacent stay in my place
They traded shackles for chains
Thats that New age enslavement
Lift ourselves by the bootstraps
And kick us of the plantation
Just to keep all us down
With that Jim Crowe segregation
Man I'm getting impatient
I'm f*cking tired of waiting
I see my people hurting
And I almost can not face it
Stacked ten high on that slave ship
Pre pre pre pare for displacement
They took all of our history and motherf*cking defaced it
They f*cking doing it still that label buy you a Benz
They tell you nigga you ballin go buy some chains and some rims
They tell you your money longer and they got you convinced
And y'all niggas spend that shit because y'all wanna fit in
But I'm breaking the bread
My niggas prep for the feast
Won't see no chains on they neck
I took my chains and broke free
And I took my dreads and groomed them into locks I whipped the world with
And it keeps me up and night wondering was it worth it

I cant lie
Look me in my face & I can't lie
Niggas diamonds so fugazi make me cry
Niggas got alot of hustle with not grind
Its a Briefcase full of the dough
Lotta Louie V luggage on the floor
Its a Briefcase full of the dough
Lotta Louie V luggage on the floor
Why would I ever believe in any of yall
Money so big that I be feeling so small
My momma a genius and my granddaddy a dog
These bitches is leeches they suck the soul outta y'all
Flexin on the gram why you doing that
You lying in your raps yeah you full of cap
I know your history you really is a rat
Your bitch all over me i tell her fall back
Tory ace times 2
GoKu
Mix it will a little bit of Majan Bu
Blowing up my phone bitch I'm in the booth
Pick the baddest bitch up out the f*cking group
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Writer: Larry Jones, Tory Smith
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Larry Dickens - Louie V Luggage (feat. Tory Ace) Video
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Performed By: Larry Dickens
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Larry Jones, Tory Smith

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