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Chief Keef – Tuxedo Lyrics


Chief Keef – Tuxedo

 Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most

My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat

They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show

Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness”, ’cause we fuck on the low

And I get about twelve for a key

If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king

My niggas ridin’ with Berettas, fuck a sting

You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting

Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds

Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money


You know Bird loungin’ by the pool

You know Donbo comin’ with the woo

I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers

Five-thousand, them bitches brand new

I was ridin’ on the jet with lil Setty

He my lil’ bro but that nigga heavy

I spent twenty-five thou’ on her titties

They took her ass fat right out her belly

I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties

Eliantte callin’ every time I’m ready

Off a couple bars, I don’t need a medic

If I did it, then I meant it and I said it

Dwayne Wade how I kept the heat

Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat

I got a burden like a man in a meet

Feel like I buy another safe every week

Fivio said she a wetty

I was sittin’ at the trap house whippin’ shit out the crocker like Betty

All a nigga need ’bout ten racks, he’ll pop you if you pop a thirty

My lil’ nigga do dirty

He just need the lil’ wordie

Give a fuck ’bout the verdict


Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most

My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat

They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show

Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness”, ’cause we fuck on the low

And I get about twelve for a key

If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king

My niggas ridin’ with Berettas, fuck a sting

You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting

Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds

Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money


Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace

Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist

Writin’ checks, had to work on my penmanship

What you got, I spent more on the fit, I spent more on my bitch

Twenty bitches on top of the Ritz

Got the store, you should cop you some kicks

We gettin’ money, hooray, hooray, hooray

Havin’ dodey on dodey, ain’t talkin’ no stimulus

We went to war for this shit

When you stackin’ up paper on paper on paper

You gon’ need some more of this shit (Huh)

Livin’ prototype, they gon’ copy a nigga

I done spent some M’s on my property, nigga

Got rich off “The Box” how I box me a nigga


Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most

My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin’ in your throat

They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show

Shawty gon’ call a nigga “Your highness”, ’cause we fuck on the low

And I get about twelve for a key

If a nigga playin’ chess, I’m king

My niggas ridin’ with Berettas, fuck a sting

You know I’m poppin’ every lil’ ting

Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds

Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money




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