Louis V Gloves versuri

Louis V Gloves lyrics by Ghilas feat. satrn CA

Intro: Ghilas
Ski, what
What, yeah, what, yeah, ski (I guess you just have to be prepared to die)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Ghilas
Whole lotta red in my cup, but I ain’t Carti (Yeah)
Sippin’ on lean no Bacardi (Yeah)
Fuck on yo thot like I’m Tory (Tory)
That’s a french hoe yeah I make her say „Oh oui” (Oh oui)
She droppin’ the gs like this shit was some dove (Yeah, yeah)
She want my attention, she wanna be loved (Yeah, yeah)
If you know you know but i ain’t B-lovee (Yeah, yeah)
I’m clutchin’ my gun with my Louis V gloves (Gloves, yeah)

Verse 1: Ghilas
I’m clutching my gun with my Louis V glove (Gloves)
Ain’t scared of nothing feel like the man above (Baw)
I got a thot tryna get me some drops
Ice on my neck this shit drippy like Voss (Ski)
Aim for this shit that gon be yo loss
Yo diamonds fake I can tell that I ain’t Moss
My bitch ass fat just like Rick Ross (Ski, ski)
See that pendant not a regular cross
Hoes in the plane not a regular class
Droppin’ my cash she shake that ass
I don’t fuck with rappers them rappers be trash
I don’t fuck with rappers them rappers be fags
Them rappers pussy they cap in their raps
She an ungrateful bitch she wanna be sass, yeah (She wanna be sass)

Bridge: Ghilas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ski, ski, ski, ski)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ski, ski, ski, ski)
Yeah

Chorus: Ghilas
Whole lotta red in my cup, but I ain’t Carti
Sippin’ on lean no Bacardi
Fuck on yo thot like I’m Tory
That’s a french hoe yeah I make her say „Oh oui”
She droppin’ the gs like this shit was some dove
She want my attention, she wanna be loved
If you know you know but i ain’t B-lovee
I’m clutchin’ my gun with my Louis V gloves

Verse 2: satrn
Clutchin’ my gun with my Louis V gloves (Louis V gloves)
MJ diamonds shine in the sun (Shine in the sun)
Draco too big had to change my gun (Change my gun)
Got to lit had to get more stuff
She screamin’ my name when I hit from the back
And she love my name yeah she call me sat (Call me sat)
Clutchin’ my gun I don’t fear no thug
New designer ?
Now I’m at a kick back (Kick back)
3 girls layin on my six pack (Six pack)
Fuckin’ on hoes
Poppin’ at shows
Yeah you know that i live that (Live that)
Bitch told me im a terrible person
Whole time i was just tryna be decent
Shit be hard i got odd behaviours
Poppin’ so hard finna get me a million (Gillion, gillion)