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bonnet boyz - chicken grease كلمات أغنية

[hook: marcus lavander]
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical—
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical

[verse 1: noirbaby]
this is very hectic, no?
epileptic episodes
fried my mind trying to chase a chicken bone
pon di pond
my reflection already knew—
sheesh, good grease can really fatten up a head too
had to dip off before the drops got too hot
smoke detector not in operation and i’m thankful
out the door breezy, we can all eat if thе pay in full

[verse 2: marcus lavander]
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on—
hold on, let me stop you right therе
let me say some sh_t these n_ggas need to hear:
just because we run the same block
don’t mean we from the same cloth
before we jumped ya ass
you was talking with ya nuts out
ayy, dro, tell me if i’m f_cking tweaking, yo—
that night at barnes, i had two african hoes
slide back to they spot
for that breezy bites chicken, bro
lotus love, two_on_one, n_ggas banging at the door
buss it open, p_ssy soaking
jaw dropped when the door opened
man, these b_tches set me up—
i seen these n_ggas crystal clear
i put my pistol near
c_ck back and knock caps like it’s senior year
now these hoes yelling and screaming
i left the spot, lord forgive me—
i’m still one of your children
so i go back home
sister yelling at me like
“where the f_ck you been at, bro?”
go up to my room
hit the bed
bbl cd on a loop, d_mn
[hook: marcus lavander]
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical—
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical

[verse 3: kurupi]
all that i really know is those canola oil stains
steak milanesa plates, i’d fry a boat and pass your way
when i landed in the coast, i knew i’d stamp my f_cking name
sometimes i rep my birthplace
times i wanna hide my face
halal carts with whites and reds like before this was a state
had all the beans up in the boroughs ‘fore we headed to l.a.—
or wait, now it’s the bay?
swap doc for mac dre
swap lamb for al pastor
taquizas forming by the train
but like—(but like)—
nothing ain’t really change, it’s the same sh_t though
pack that f_cking van
and hope there’s tints on all the windows
stopped by tsa
with my hands like akimbo
pass border patrol
and lie like i’m a citizen though
[hook: marcus lavander]
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical—
ouu, nana
grab the goat and go back to nija
f_cking up the code, got no partnas
leaving out my home, got no mannas
sh_t’s getting technical

- bonnet boyz

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