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EEM TRIPLIN - LOUIE V (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naeem Muhammad
Naeem Muhammad
Songwriter
Charlie Myles
Charlie Myles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
This Louie V belt wrapped around my head (Around my head, yeah)
Need me some diamonds, bussin' out my dreads (Out my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies, can't fall out 'bout no bitch
They asking why she leave me, my ****, this is it
I told that ho that I wish that she was dead (Oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't back what I said (Take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (By the bed, yeah)
A **** run up on me, I'ma pop shit, mmm
I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick, mmm
I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith, mmm
I just was up in Cali, now I'm sitting in my room
Just staring at the ceiling, I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hundred bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain till I sit back and snooze
[Verse 1]
This Gucci, Raf, and Fendi, I'm ballin' like a bitch now
She wasn't fuckin' with me
Me and my bitch was riding 'round the city, lookin' pretty
Smoke a L, we gettin' litty,fFinna pull up to the Getty
My bitch boujee, bad, sadity
Used to keep her on my side up at all times
Then I had to realize she ain't all mines
Bitch, I'm locked in with my gang like it's mob ties
****, last time that I was broke, it was a far cry
[Chorus]
But this Louie V belt wrapped around my head (Around my head, yeah)
Need me some diamonds, bussin' out my dreads (Out my dreads, yeah)
I'm locked in with my homies, can't fall out 'bout no bitch
They asking why she leave me, my ****, this is it
I told that ho that I wish that she was dead (Oh, I wish that shit)
It hurt, but I can't back what I said (Take it back, nah)
The choppa and the Glocky by the bed (By the bed, yeah)
A **** run up on me, I'ma pop shit, mmm
I thought that we was rockin', but it stopped quick, mmm
I thought I had yo' key like a locksmith, mmm
I just was up in Cali, now I'm sitting in my room
Just staring at the ceiling, I ain't got shit to do
Ran up a hundred bands, I ain't got shit to prove
I finally took a dub, all I used to do is lose
We hop up in that beam, throw that shit back and cruise
She sit and give me brain till I sit back and snooze
Written by: Charlie Myles, Naeem Muhammad
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