Lyrics:
Bad bitch sucked two dicks
She ain't a hoe she just too lit
Got two hoes and they both chirpin'
You can say I got two chicks
Wake up and get another
put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
Mane, them niggas only wanna mother-fucker
when shit going to good word to me
Cause baby moms alway got a trick up her sleeve
Before I'll let a chick get me there, I just leave
Cause trust me
bitch get back in the kitchen
Its midnight we want some chicken
No beef but yo mans is trippin
2, 5s may make 10 but i just want a picture perfect bitch
Cuz I don't wanna see your head explode!
Toss me an ax, and I'll toss you a dead chicken,
Add a buck, ya get a two liter wit' 'em.
And when the genie
roll
You know the steela
Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya
React like what, clean cut
Act up, royal as King Tut
Diamond cut teeth,
on (look) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
(You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
Yeah,
chick a chicken
Cause she look like she got poultry around her thighs
To callin' your piece a chicken
Cause she got no teeth and she got crow feet
They're startin to think that smart is cool, lu (dumb it down)
They're trying to get up out the hood, lu (dumb it down)
I'll tell you what you should do
heart you got
So take that with a salt of grain and put It in the pot
I was busy cooking up my pain I just Wont feed you lies
I get her wet I get a check
all Black
Collard Greens and Chicken wings is all Yummy
Aunt Dora be squeezing chicks, She proud of me
And to my mama she stays loving
So I'm get this
you shit ah get ugly
See you the type Feed ah bih steak
And try to cuff it
But I keep it hood Fuck her good
Feed her chicken nuggets
I'm Fucking up my
picture
Local club in my city
I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I'm that nigga
Talkin' four door Bugatti
I'm the life of the party
Let's get
about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin
could get a divorce
Stayed up the rest of the night, right after the fight
Went from room to room, I was boom boom boom (room to room)
Fulfill ya
so I'mma get your bitch to drive
All the OGs I looked up to, man they broke as shit
These lil niggas look up to me because I'm super rich
I'm goin'
The money missing and there's mouths to feed
Get the brain kicking, thinking of a thousand things
Remember back in the days, when the kitchen had eggs
fast, like a cheetah, get out the two-seater
Walk up on a girl named Anita, or Rita
Ask her for change to put money in the meter
Didn't really need it
of grey
Serving out the window like a nigg Chick-fil-A
Took a 30 band loss I took it to the face
Then I got back focus ran it up in 90 days
chick you better keep them
Like a wise man told me don't ever bite the hand that feed you
Just know that you got to
Get up get out and get something
Can't
It fuck up my health and it fuck up My budget
I need a really different type of Nugget
Stack up my chicken like every Minute
I can't waste no time ima
I jus wanna eat
Come and feed me
I'm starving
Grinding by my teeth
Come feed me im Starving
I'm about my cheese
Come and feed me
I'm starving
Smoked
with the crew
Or drinkin' that Old English brew
Straight from the bottle not the cup
And it gets us more than just fucked up
And I like it y'all
these chickens while they hot
Just like a frying pan
Ain't get no advance
turned that to a hundred bands
Walk in my show like, "Look who payin'"
Then got
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