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Kanye West - Louie Bags The Game Reference Version 1 Lyrics

[Intro: The Game & Kamala Harris]
(We did it)
Yeah
(We did it, Joe!)
Uh

[Verse 1: The Game]
Ye said we runnin' up in Louis, mane
Grill in the Gucci mask, they gon' think it's Gucci Mane
Don't let him in, he too insane
Diamonds all through his chain
And he gone die in it, along with everything He do in vain
I don't wanna be friends with niggas
I just wanna keep the door unlocked so they walk in while I'm fuckin' they bitches
She gon' be tellin' her friends "We did it, Joe!"
Imagine the pussy I get for gettin' them in the Yeezy show, oh
Oh, y'all forgot who I was, huh?
'Cause I'm in all black, forgot I was a Blood, huh, stupid
Can't you tell I'm on somе new shit?
But still jack niggas like Harlow over this music
U-Haul flow, my niggas comе through and move shit
And if we talkin' beef, I'm the manager at Ruth Chris
If I got somethin' on my chest, I'll say it
We not fuckin with LV, like Pac just died in Vegas

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
I'm my lil' cousin's favorite cousin
I gave 'em all my number and my phone ain't stopped buzzin'
They listen to my songs and say their parents hate the cussin'
They asked if I was nervous on TV or if I wasn't
They asked me if it's true that I don't go to church
"My daddy said you don't," well, then I guess you know
I been thinkin' about goin', though, I might let you know
One day, I'll bring you to my concert, if they let you go, oof
Pumpin' gas alone at Texaco
Hopin' I don't get approached
Don't know if it's clear until I check the coast
All these rappers dyin', I don't wan' be one that's next to go
Paranoia tickin' in my head just like a metronome
I can't walk around like Jack that wore the spectacles
I shook the hands, took the pictures, made myself accessible
Threw the parties, showed love, kept it all respectable
Tried to give you something you ain't had before but
It's all over, they got the drop on my life, it's all over
All this pressure on me, they'd wish I'd fall over
Too bad I'm a winner like fall over
[Verse 3: The Game]
Of course I came to make y'all mad
Head of the house, but I ain't y'all dad
And I can never be a puppet, cut the strings, that was never me
Matter of fact, I'm everything Donda always said I'd be
Virgil, I miss you, why they take you out the crew?
Always knew Illuminati would put a circle 'round you
I tried to stop it, he would always switch the topics
I grew around dope boys, that's not the way we rockin'
And white people jokes ain't funny as Dave Chapelle's are
And neither is the investment I'm boutta widen the tail for, 'cause I can
When I stand before God, it's gonna be as a man
My momma ain't work for a job just to see her son on his hands
On his knees, I don't apologize, I don't say "Please"
I pay for jet fuel, one second, yo, my assistant walked in
All my old Louis in these trash bags, can you take these?

[Outro: Kamala Harris]
(We did it, we did it Joe!)