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chicken p - dawg ass chicken كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah
one, yeah (my bread gone)
they thought that it’s the one on me, lookin’ at

[verse]
ayy, b_tch, i’ma keep bailin’ out until my bread gone
f_ck n_gga (look around, n_gga)
yeah, n_gga thought he was thinkin’ right until his head gone (hah, yeah)
i’ll put a p_ssy_ass n_gga on a headstone (where he go?)
these n_ggas ain’t really ’bout it, need to head home (there they go)
i’ll never ever trust again now that my mans gone (come on, baby)
ooh, b_tch, i got this switch on me, go’n ‘head and try to switch on me (brrt)
swear to god i’ma smoke evеrybody soon as sh_t get funny (yeah)
baby, pull that p_ssy out your panties and just givе it to me (you feel good)
i don’t think you understand the sh_t that you could do with money
give lil’ woo_woo ten, on my— mm, he gon’ do it for me (go get his ass)
he ain’t pay again, swear to god i’m ’bout to do my junkie
fast sh_t parked out back, this ain’t no subaru, this ain’t no outback
yeah, you gotta call dora and explore to find my house, jack (where it’s at?)
all my t__th yellow ’cause they gold, b_tch, that’s not plaque
b_tch, i went platinum in that bowl, i don’t got plaques (yeah)
b_tch, i’m road runnin’ through the o in a hawktrack
ooh, i mean a trackhawk, b_tch, i’m throwed, we don’t drop scats
ooh, lil’ bro just caught another lo’, he don’t drop hats
did i hear a n_gga say he want some smoke? okay, where the drop at?
got my phones, grams, and digi’, okay, n_gga, where my glock at? (huh)
i could buss a brick at four for twenty and bring the block back
i got a four from my junkie daniel, this is not jack (daniel)
in my motherf_ckin’ cup, b_tch, i’m rerockin’ cut (dope)
buss a brick of tan down into sand and i rerock it up (yeah)
gettin’ busy, boy, i’m blendin’, buss the sand, yeah, i’m rerockin’ dust
b_tches know that i’m a vibe in real life and they ain’t turnt as us (yeah)
ask any n_gga ’round me, i got the power, i’ma turn him up (yeah)
ask around, they gon’ tell you we ball, beatin’ all day (i’m for real)
i just got a batch of big dogs and they all gray (i’m for real)
i be grindin’ like a big dog, i don’t parlay (i don’t play, n_gga, yeah)
diamonds on me hittin’ like bing_bong (ayy)
beatin’ on my chest like king kong (ayy)
yeah, i’m in miami in the jungle eatin’ steak, huh (yeah)
i could barely walk in bal harbour, pourin’ eights, huh (for real)
got a plug on icy in ohio, i can skate, huh (ooh)
show you how to make a million dollars off a tape (huh)
shawty bad, she shakin’ ass and doin’ lines off a plate
i’m ridin’ with it all on me, no more hide in the safe (it’s on me)
yeah, i got the ike turner, bobby brown, and the ray
charles, n_gga, they can’t see me, on college d_gg_n’ the wraith (on my baby)
yeah, i got this sh_t off grindin’, puttin’ dog on the plate (on my baby)
(these n_ggas ain’t on sh_t, they just joggin’ in place)
i was broke, now i just stuffed my joggers with pape’ (ooh)
i be with demons all the time, but i thank god every day (on my mama)
i tuck my 9 and leave the house, know i could die every day (got my 9)
you think i’m goin’ broke, i ain’t dyin’ that way (you lost)

- chicken p

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