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louie coat - rich the kid & chief keef lyrics

[intro: rich the kid]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah (m*m*m*murda)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: rich the kid]
f*ck a b*tch with my mask on (mask on)
i ain’t broke, i got racks on (racks)
and the p*ssy was whack, sent her back home (back home)
tell my b*tch, ”don’t hit me on the trap phone” (what?)
put a b*tch in a jet or a big old boat
want a bag for the p*ssy, then it must be dope (must be dope)
airport with a gun, i forgot i tote (i forgot i tote)
why i spent seven racks on a louis coat? (rich)

[verse 1: rich the kid]
she say the p*ssy is power
give me head when i’m fresh out the shower (give me head)
b*tch f*ck me for an hour
your b*tch smell like clam chowder (clam)
i’m in the club with the firepower
i took his lil’ b*tch, now he super sour (super sour)
young n*gga ball like dwight howard (dwight)
young n*gga high like a real tower
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, pop a molly, i sweat (sweat)
i’ma f*ck my lil’ b*tch on a big old jet (big old jet)
i ain’t did no show, i need a big old check (big old check)
back to the trenches we go, for sure (go)
my plug got za for the low (za)
i ain’t even tryna rap no more
n*ggas fake, where the real ones go? (the real ones go)
we used to trap out the hotel, motel (trap, trap)
now we sell albums for retail (retail)
i could be selling that fish scale, fish scale (fish scale, fish scale)
check in my bio for details (details)
n*ggas livin’ for the clout, i get it (i get it)
he’d die to be on akademiks
gettin’ money like i motherf*ckin’ print it
in the maybach, can’t see in it (skrrt, skrrt)
roll out the red carpet when i’m walkin’ (walkin’)
baby mama broke, just stalkin’ (stalkin’)
this is my real life, ain’t just talkin’ (talkin’)
i put a half a milli’ in a coffin (coffin)
’cause i sleep with the money, i’ma die with the money (die with the money)
always laughin’, but ain’t sh*t funny (ha)
big old bankroll, ain’t no twenties (rich)
[chorus: rich the kid]
f*ck a b*tch with my mask on (mask on)
i ain’t broke, i got racks on (racks)
and the p*ssy was whack, sent her back home (back home)
tell my b*tch, “don’t hit me on the trap phone” (what?)
put a b*tch in a jet or a big old boat
want a bag for the p*ssy, then it must be dope (must be dope)
airport with a gun, i forgot i tote (i forgot i tote)
why i spent seven racks on a louis coat? (rich)

[verse 2: chief keef]
eighteen*wheeler, i’m gettin’ my mack on
told that b*tch to bring that ass so it could come get smacked on
granny hated my dogs and she was mad i was bringin’ that cat home
chief sosa be standin’ up straight just like a backbone
you old lil’*ass n*gga (huh?), your breath still got similac on
ask my brothers, on my brothers, b*tch, i’ve been the backbone
b*tch, tryna call me like tryna call a saxophone
f*ck i look like, an intern? (huh?) chief so’ don’t answer phone (no, no, no)
she like, “big head, you just actin’ funny ’cause your bread got long”
b*tch, i’m on the phone with elon ’bout a tesla megadome (beep)
these hoes know that i got mega*c*ck, so i get megadome
she was tryna suck my peepee ever since my dreads got long
house so big (huh?), a n*gga gotta talk through the megaphone

[interlude: chief keef]
(brrt)
yo
(yo)
yo
(yo, yo)
ayy, tadoe
tadoe
tadoe be like
tadoe be like
[verse 3: chief keef]
ridin’ through the hundreds, the slums with the drums (drums, huh?)
we ain’t barbecuin’, but she at my door with buns (buns)
boy, you look like twin, your ass is snitchin’, boy, you’re done (done)
why the f*ck the swat team at the door about some guns? (’bout some guns)
if you in the ‘raq, just keep a sticky on the run (run)
keep a sticky ’cause when sh*t get sticky, you can’t run (run)
if them blue and whites get behind you, n*ggas better run (skrrt)
money got me doin’ some sh*t that i never done (bang)

- rich the kid chief keef lyrics

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