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taurus ways - louie v edsel lyrics

[intro]
let’s go
louie v!
(we must pay homage to it)

[verse 1]
just for the record i ain’t fell off my brother i fell back (okay)
and proceeded to buy low so when it’s high i can sell back (okay)
and this back wood i’m ’bout to spark d*mn near fat the same as (like what?)
carrying luggage on a budget you know it’s well packed (let’s go!)
blacking out in the city asking my girl where hotel at
y’all quick to judge these risky moves wait till odell stacked (uh*huh)
whats more of a n0ble act to hate and judge or tell the facts
what’s smarter to struggle in hustle or to invest and relax (that’s facts)
see both these things come into play waiting on getting paid
but does it matter if you born from dirt or raised with healthy wage (nah!)
like them old books we used to read your choice is on that page
and the way my parents came up that’s why it’s called the golden cage (okay!)
since a teen i still reflect how long i’ve been holding rage
that’s why my sat*rday’s for scummy rest of the week is corporate face (scummy)
f*ck it dawg i’ll be straight ’cause that come with corporate pay
that’s why i still be getting stubborn blame it on my taurus ways
it’s not ’bout what you tryna learn it’s ’bout what you know
just bought my og another book on how we can reach our goals (let’s go)
dinner went from talking ’bout nothing to talks how we can grow (what else?)
anyone who think that’s corny sh*t probably still living broke (aha!)
and i’m a take the time to apologize to all of the guys
who get mad on how i talk and no potential gets applied
at the end of the day i got the man above me by my side (what else?)
at the end of the day i know who i am and i got my pride (that’s right)
[bridge]
as i pipe some sh*t i sit down on my desk sip my jack as i write this sh*t (pour me up!)
no point in jail when the bars i got is just right and bliss (right and bliss)
like derozan in the fourth my dawg i can’t miss (can’t miss)
no i can’t miss

[verse 2]
either you knew who i was or you knew who i wasn’t
or you was woke enough to see the man that i was becoming
might go rey mysterio and put mexico on my stomach
making bread off recording that’s getting paid for pushing b*ttons (what else?)
just bought 100 shares that’s getting paid for doing nothing (what else?)
and to those who laugh ’cause i’m at my job just know that i love it (okay)
man this song just so soothing like miles davis on the trumpet (so smooth)
and this rap got too easy i make some heat think nothing of it (nah!)
never see me take a shot i grab the bottle and i chug it (chug!)
cuz i treat my cup like my life i just breath in and say f*ck it (shot!)
call me wu tang clan the way i’m bringing all the ruckus
b*tch better give me respect treat her like dx tell her to “suck it” uh
y’all still be rapping so trash and y’all some puppets uh
more bout clout and smoking loud than getting them duckets uh (yeah)
hardest hispanic to ever do it while y’all music plummet
just remember whatever y’all doing? i’ve been done it (been done it)

[outro]
yeah
taurus ways!
[transition into part. 2]

[2nd intro]
yeah i’ve been on my boss sh*t i’m out here at the bank
i never met a woman who don’t wanna get paid
i never met a man who don’t wanna get laid
i’m on my stubborn sh*t call it taurus ways
taurus’s ways!

[bridge 2]
i’ve been automatic let’s switch it to manual (manual)
i’ve been an addict to jack daniels (jack daniels)
i’m up in houston like i’m samuel (like i’m samuel)
6 figures and yes it’s annual (yes, it’s annual)

[chorus]
don’t question me (you want to test the king?)
don’t question me (let me hear you sing!)
don’t question me (you want to test the king?)
please don’t question me (let me hear you sing!)

[verse 3]
too many b*tches out here and they lying
too many b*tches out here on my ig
too many police out here that i’m bribing
probably the main reason why i’m still driving
b*tch this ain’t dui this some slide or do or die
tell me is you gonna ride no this ain’t no toosie slide
but you can get left if you not in the right
mexican in his prime like
tell me who you gonna be?
yeah i rep the chi’ but ask me bout my ogs
screaming san luis potosí
yeah it’s stuck in my blood f*ck a hangover
sipping liquid iv like
[chorus]
don’t question me (you want to test the king?)
don’t question me (let me hear you sing!)
don’t question me (you want to test the king?)
please don’t question me (let me hear you sing!)

- louie v edsel lyrics

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