Lyrics:
some chicken for the cow? (Your mother)
Oops, I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups (that's your
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
touch with
Why this food i a comfort and how much that I trust it
I should try and buffet
But instead I choose this buffet
And kick my feet up and get so
him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush,
And when it comes to that
a trance
snap of her fingers taking off your pants
Pull up This ain't by chance
She's got it down to a twisted romance
She's the devil in disguise don't trip
and again and again and a—
I bone on the cunt side
I clogged wide arid caves
Nightmare world gang stalk body
Food that gets it on, that's me, I died like
Gelo get it tatted up and down my arms
I get chicken when I'm whipping but my chicken come with parm
You is not from city boy you prolly grew up
the man there looked him up and down
Said where'd you ever get this thing
I said fix him up and tune him up
I'm gonna teach him how to sing
Well that old
niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga
us out
Sheep and scapegoats cluck bollocks Dixie chicken sound
Sheep are followers its ironic we want more to follow us
Even if it's some chances are
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
'cause a nigga ain't the run of the mill
Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill
I make it hot to death, swing it from right to left
the drank I feel confident I'm pimpin'
Playing beer pong shoot my shot like Ima Piston
Whiskey give that chick a cup and she get frisky
Instant go up in
we acting up / we don’t give a fuck/ we have no body / we have nobody /
had to get it out the mud/ got it on my own/ Ten toes down/ run it up/ run it
Setting up wills so I will not see a wheelchair
Flowing upstream like a salmon in the river
Just know everyday 'til my last I deliver get 'em
of me that's why they itching up to be a friend to me
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
the kitchen
Secured my bag and it came with a chicken
Went and catch a flight, I done switched up baguettes
King Pluto, ooh, I run my city
Me and my slimes
won't fuck me until I call
She can't shut up so I'm a feed her this adderall
I just drank deuce going money inside her walls
Pop-Tart eat it with a bottle
Bad chick looking all small I don't get tired
I just pull up lamb skin on the inside
Bae I been hurt, this shit ain't personal
Lean I be sipping just
the molly, bake the bean
Mix that soda with that cola
Break it down, sorta fiend
Run it up by any mean
Got a porter, we can end it
Like Rihanna, gumbo
I'mma
to me
Got your girl on me, she in love with me
Caught a case for me, bailed her out by 3
Diamonds on my ring, eating chicken wings
Dot gucci on my belt so
and gentlemena_³Al Green!
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! Yo dogg!
I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!"
Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!"
I keep a dirty
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