What you need my Louise Oh ma cherie, do you know my name? I remember yours And I know what you need What you need my Louise Need, what you need my Louise
Zifou Gueriya, on est venu s'pavaner, Toujours B.G, toujours swagge, on est tous Louis Vuittone, Ta meuf en bave, elle veut mon num, fallait meme pas
Larry Dunn, Philip Bailey & Louise Hardy Lookin' through the clouds, what do you see? Sky of gases, child in need Troubles everywhere, more than I can
son is da heir to the thrown Prince joso' so daddy need money And mommy need new trews' (Trews) Baby need shoes preferably da new louies Da swagger is
the face! Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering Talking bout "that's that dude that sing
the time to play, but that's before they taught them gangbangers how to spray Not just L.A., but in the Bay and in Chicago and even St. Louis Every stadium
of jagerbomb I'm gonna roll one so nice I can wake up to it. With some fruit juice fluid tell Loui is Jerry Louis I'm smoke mine (smoke mine) I'm gonna
out there rockin' like you wouldn't believe I sing na na na na na na na na na na Johnny liked to gamble with his lady Louise she was a blackjack deuces
, I got a woman who works on the levee. Pumping that water up to her neck, Every week she sends me a monthly check. (She's a humdinger Folk singer Dead
that you could kill the beats dead Middle East women and Middle East bread I got Oil Well money in the desert playin Golf Don't? with a Louis Scarf Chest
Boy I know you want it, But what do you got on it? You know me! (See louis vuittons under my rim) You know me! (Yea we all singers but I'm not quite
We're Venus & Mars) We're like different stars (Like different stars) But you're the harmony to every song I sing And I wouldn't change a Wouldn't change thing. (Merci a Louise
home in a minute That's my city and I run it you just run around in it You see me out in person and say I ain't heard you sing yet The world is my play
bobby darin, and louis armstrong They made a record, oh but they did And now ella, ella, and her fellas Were making a wreck, what a wreck Of mack the knife {louis
a meadowlark Moonlight in Vermont Louis Armstrong: Instrumental Solo Ella: Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway And travel each bend in the road Louis