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Royal Tee

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Get the chicken
Yeah
Get the chicken
Royal
Royal Tee nigga
Get the chicken
Ha
Why they checkin' for me
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Get the chicken, level up, stay out of Royal's world
Why they checkin' for 'em
Why they checkin' for 'em
That big drip, that wrist flick that's why they checking on 'em
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Get the chicken, level up, and let me see you twirl
Heard these niggas mad 'cause my mindset mainstream
They be tryna run down, hit a lick, that ice cream
Man my bag be so heavy, so I keep my wrist bent
Yes, I know what you're thinking and the answers "Yes" bitch
I'm not playing
But I'm saying, hypothetically speaking
How would you feel if I wasn't in the box you put me in?
Brooklyn nigga at heart, don't let the soft voice fool you
Started writing out my thoughts, now rap my breakthrough
They be checkin' for the kid, just debating on the kid
Got 'em thinking I'm a singer, taking notes from the kid
Motherfuckers I don't f*ck with still be lurking on the kid
And they prolly gon' be mad, when they listen to this shit
Man listen, people sicken when they only see you winnin'
But its crazy, they be trippin', wasn't there before your winnings
Get the chicken, get the chicken, stack your bread up in the kitchen
Get the chicken, get the chicken, making sure it's finger licking
Yo, a chick just called clucking like, "What's the word?"
I don't flock with birds, these chickens; they sound absurd
Asking "When you gon pop?"
I tell 'em to, "Kick a rock"
You could call me Tiffany, 'bout to have this shit on lock
So I head to Tiffany's and I buy my mom a rock
She asking me, "What's the price"
I tell her that, "It's a lot, it's alright, it's okay, I already paid it off"
Put the Paper Mate to beats, I'm just tryna make my mark
Look how I penned that, look at the material
I ain't into labels, get a deal then I'm killing 'em
Go get it myself, these niggas, I don't believe in them
Paid a bitch my heart, she spent it on some lil' ugly nigga
I don't give a f*ck, y'all niggas be fucking other niggas
Chuck the duces up
Eat rappers up like a chicken dinner
Imma give my all and f*ck it if they ain't fuckin' with me
'Byas gon' ball, no offense but y'all ain't dunkin' on me
I got big drip, drip nuts like trail mix
But they can't eat it, wear it like I did
Flex it all, flex it all, go ahead and show it off
Paid for it, so it's yours
Royal Tee the one to call
'Lotta bitches in my business, go ahead and dust 'em off
To the left and to the right, hit 'em with the shoulder shrugs
And they never support shit, 'till I pop out with they fave,
With they fave, with they fave
Now they all like "Save a plate"
Time is ticking, Flavor Flav
Hit a lick like, how it taste
Pulling cards, pulling cards
Imma win like ace of spades
What they say?
What they say?
Man, they steady watching face
Checkin for, checkin for
Man, I'm who they checkin for (Woot)
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Get the chicken, level up and let me see you twirl
Why they checkin for 'em
Why they checkin for 'em
That big drip, that wrist flick, that's why they checking for 'em
They call me Hollywood, still ain't touch Hollywood
They be on Royal wood, steady Chip n' Dale the wood
But it's okay, I'm good, I swear to God I'm good
I pop out, pop eyes, you see the green, I'm good
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
Who you checkin' for
What was it?

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