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chicken p - buss one 101, pt. 2 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(what up, kaio? i see you, n_gga)
huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n_gga, i can’t— uh, uh, mm, mm
n_gga, n_gga bet’ not try not to fight, huh (ajaks, this a banger)
woo, a n_gga— (uh)
ayy, mm, ayy, huh (yeah)

[verse]
n_gga bet’ i try to fight ’cause my pistol c_cked, huh
we done end the n_gga life, that’s what my n_ggas like
that n_gga told you i was broke, bae, don’t believe the hype
huh, them long days when i was broke, i just believed the hype
i had to use a lil’ motive, dog, you got a bigger bite (mm)
like free my n_ggas up the road, tell bro ‘nem i just sent the kite
yeah, these b_tches be takin’ pictures while i sleep, so i don’t spend the night
no, n_gga, we ain’t beefin’ bout no freaks, i’m with these b_tches
mm, young boss, rich n_gga, i’m on these b_tches tight
like twenty gs yesterday, let’s see what i’m gon’ get tonight
b_tch, quit talkin’ out of turn and go and get some spice (out of turn)
bet they still see me if you hit the lights
that’s a srt, but this one fifty more, i got a different type (skrrt)
we got two different lives i be hittin’ my dope, boy, you be hittin’ your wife (yeah)
we got two different lives, when you be at work, boy, i be hittin’ your wife (yeah, yeah)
my old b_tches askin’ how i been, b_tch, i been alright (mhm)
hmm, boy, these jeans cost a band and these b_tches tight
huh, hit the soda, go to bed, all these b_tches spike (mm, mm)
huh, you can get it, wish is me, you too busy typin’
hmm, uh, only let max and lil’ p sit behind me
i’m in saks off that sh_t, n_gga, like a zombie
hmm, arp, that b_tch go, “grrt,” lil’ bro straight to find p (yeah)
we’ll take a n_gga out when you tryna dine in
play you lay, ain’t tryna lay, get playin’ out your mind then
i don’t give a f_ck how hard you look, you ain’t gon’ find this
this time caught me with some— i’m like, “where i sign at?”
his_and_hers, everything my b_tch say, babe like, “where mines at?”
they like, “ayy, bro, what that n_gga say, bro?” go rewind that
ayy, we on two different type of times, i don’t know what time it is
ayy, we on two different type of times, live at your mama crib
this ain’t baseball, you got one strike, we gettin’ you out of here
lil’ bro pop out with that mask on, he just like spider_man
she like, “boy, didn’t you just wake up, why you look so tired then?”
hmm, forever lit, the cvs, you know we tied then
i got ricky’s on me and ain’t have to tie them
i ain’t have to tie these, i ain’t have to fry these
all this motherf_ckin’ chicken, huh, where the banker?
bust one, show you how to whip a brick up with a hanger
i can’t count how many times these p_ssy n_ggas left me hangin’
stay the f_ck up out my way, i swear this paper made me dangerous (bust one)
[outro]
(what up, kaio? i see you, n_gga)
(ajaks, this a banger)

- chicken p

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