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letra de louis bag - rtb mb

louis bag lyrics
[chorus]
glock up in my louis bag
finna f-ck a bad b-tch raw, that’s my sushi mag’
i just paid 10k for some sh-t that got a gucci tag
your b-tch stay up on my peter, n-gga, like i’m stewie dad (aj, you iced up?)
young n-gga, they treat me like a vet, i got the newbies mad

[verse 1]
ten thick b-tches in my face just like it’s boosie bands
i get the pape’, then i get some head, and get the coochie last
the feds fl!ck me? i’ll be in that lamb’ and do the stupid dash
you want some pape’, n-gga? better pay attention
rtb, filled with rich n-ggas, that’s why your bae is missing
yeah, they pay to watch me hoop, now them n-ggas pay to listen
richest n-gga in my city, yeah, i got some paper distance
but i’m the same n-gga, if he try me, i’ma bang triggers
my white boy riding with me and he’ll hang n-ggas
ironic that your b-tch giving me neck ’cause my chain different
cullinan big as f-ck, i can’t even lane switch it

[interlude]
rtb, n-gga, gang
lil’ sh-t talk, man, richest n-gga in my city, n-gga

[verse 2]
i can’t have a convo with a b-tch if she won’t let me f-ck
i can’t have no convo with no b-tch ’cause they might set me up
might just leave toronto with your b-tch in a tesla truck
pour this wockesha, my drink darker than a nestlé cup
we just hit your brother up, i just told him, “be well”
i just had some opp pack, choked the coach like sprewell
i got the wave, she ain’t see it, but she heard me like a seash-ll
b-tch, i’m tryna f-u-c-k like your sheet spell
blocked her on the ‘gram, so she had to use the email
took a kush nap, off the (-breath-), now the weed still
he got a rico charge and did one, did he tell?
it’s me, [?], and twenty other people, all females
yeah, i’m off some henny, so i told that b-tch, “double up”
drunk off the drink, i ask that n-gga, “where my double cup?”
yeah, i got a moncler, i’m rich, but the bubble up
i pulled her pants down and whipped out, f-ck a cuddle up
he found out i f-cked his bm, he texted, “what the f-ck?”
he found out, i’m sonic with this glock, i can’t knuckle up
she tried to suck me in the lamb’, told me, “buckle up”
prolly twin crossed your favorite player and got a record book
[chorus]
glock up in my louis bag
finna f-ck a bad b-tch raw, that’s my sushi mag’
i just paid 10k for some sh-t that got a gucci tag
your b-tch stay up on my peter, n-gga, like i’m stewie dad
young n-gga, they treat me like a vet, i got the newbies mad

- rtb mb

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