Chief Keef – Late 4 Dinner Lyrics (feat. Tadoe)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
You can call me what you want just don’t call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m a straight go-getter
My bitch I’m finna break up with her
I’m tired of playin with her (ahain)
I ain’t laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)
I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)
f*ck me hoe like go (go)
They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Baaaaaa! How I talk!
Skrtttt! I don’t walk! (skrt skrt)
Hoes mad like a lot (more than you think)
Moe, back up off me
You mad, that’s your loss
Errrrr! Big old dog!
You mad, mad or nah?
I know my way, I ain’t lost
Let me tell you how I feel (do you hear me now)
See a cockroach gotta kill it
My heart won’t do no healing
Came a long way from stealing
Told my bitch go she was like “really?”
Got em’ both same day, I’m silly
You still text hoes no ring-tones
Now i’m in a mansion playing lean pong
Shorty ring the bell like ding dong (ding)
Got in the bed she like why you got your jeans on? (huh)
f*ck that where my drink go? (whare did my drink go?)
I be, smoking gelato
Cash, I need a lot more
Chop you huarache
My diamonds know karate (huh)
You know none about me (bitch)
Who got me like I got me? (damn damn)
Been thuggin’ since the car seat (bitch, yeah)
Got your jewelry from the swap meet (bang bang)
I know shawty want me (yah)
She can’t take D, she gotta leave
I love this shit with a lot of speed (Yooo)
Cause I’m on the road doing high speed

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
You can call me what you want just don’t call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m a straight go-getter
My bitch I’m finna break up with her
I’m tired of playin with her (ahain)
I ain’t laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)
I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)
f*ck me hoe like go (go)
They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
I love the way she top me
Wetting up the car seat
Hiding from popperazzi
Smoking dope at the palm trees
In traffic throwing big B’z
Skrt skrt excuse me please
Running fast like ‘Need For Speed’
Smoking dope I’m chiefin keef
Just cashed out on a new foreign
Told the dealer pass me the keys
Run up them blue bommas
That drama baby that I don’t need
I’m in the trap I’m counting commas
This cash looking lovely
I’m in the club im throwing hunnids
Better not say none to me
We sipping straight we don’t do Moet
Less ass I wan’t more neck
More loads I want more checks
Straight drop we counting all that

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
You can call me what you want just don’t call me late for dinner

I’m a straight go-getter
My bitch I’m finna break up with her
I’m tired of playin with her
I ain’t laying with her no more
I gotta get it gotta go
f*ck me hoe like go, go
They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Do not call me late for dinner (don’t)
Granny always said that to us (granny)
My diamonds not the same as yours (uh uh)
My shit moving like rain it pours (yeah, damn damn)
I can’t put my faith in whores (ahain)
They break your windows, shank your doors (yuh, bitch)
Baby I’m a glo-tra lord (extra)
That shit like Black-Friday open doors
Ain’t no couplin’ (no)
Ain’t no cuffin (no, no, no)
I don’t trust it
Grab the scissors and cut the shit (bitch)
Your new car, I got that on my f*cking wrist (bling)
Say foe was off that shit
They say foe stay off that shit
Took four xans and shit
We always on some shit
Took photos with the clique
Somehow bros not in the pic
Imma squeeze that bitch, click
Splurging just like a trick
Saw my uncle dead (dead)
Saw my cousin dead (dead)
Saw my brother dead (dead)
Saw my grandpa dead (dead)
Sometimes I be scared
I be sipping that shit (lean)
And everything Imma say
These hoes won’t get in my head
Too close to edge
Uno, Dos, Tres
I don’t need no rest
I think i’m the best
If her breath stank Imma hand her some Crest (bitch)
Got in the shit now hand us a check
On the block had to demand my respect (paw)
On tour had me flying out with the flats (skrt)
Foe nem in China with the straps (skrt)
Blood nem in D.C with the mac (mac)
Where the f*ck are these lil niggas at?
He gone now and I can’t get him back
I don’t smoke nothin if I can’t get no thrax (tooka)
Who would I be if i couldn’t get no ass
Took North suburbs , pulled off and put it on the gat
Told gang nem I put em on the map (bang)
Took the logo and I put it on the mat (bang, bang)
Sammy Sosa watch him put em on a bat (yeah)
Chief Sosa, tell em put it on a check (sos’ baby)
Bitch get you glasses on, then I put it on the set (gbe baby)
Take them shells put em on your vest (bang)
Soon as saw me get out, put the chain on his neck
You gotta do that, yeah

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
You can call me what you want just don’t call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m a straight go-getter
My bitch I’m finna break up with her
I’m tired of playin with her (ahain)
I ain’t laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)
I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)
f*ck me hoe like go (go)
They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

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