
godhandusa - chicken in the crock pot كلمات أغنية
[intro]
you are now listening to…
the smooth sounds of 77.7 hand of god fm…
[verse 1: mongo]
mongo in the hood, outside, wish you would
cookin’ beats, grillin’ dogs on the block (what’s good)
i be chillin’ in that parkin’ lot, blowin’ down woods
real g, b_tch you know i keep glock (what’s good)
that’s that second amendment
f_ck i look like, ballin’ on some presents for peasants?
only feed my fam, count bills, presence ascended
just gotta let me know, shippin’ in the pack, i’ma send it
i’ma freak in the motherf_ckin’ sheets
never stop goin’ in till completion, [?]
[?] drill, like the tracks
if i never get a plaque, still stacked, i’m the reason
motherf_ckas’ even wanna rap, no lie
m_o_n_g_o, soakin’ in the sunshine
g_g_g_o_d_h_a_n_d, i can tell you blind asleep
keep it motherf_ckin’ poppin’, seven nights a week
[chorus: gonda]
put yo’ hands in the air, like 12 pulled up
on the block with the homies, f_ck the cops
shawty make it drop to the flo’ with them apple bottom jeans on
what’s crackin’ like some pop rocks?
mama got the chicken in the crock pot, cookin’ it slow
till it fall off the bone, say what?
yeah, we in the neighborhood, we poppin’ bottles in the front yard
come and grab a motherf_ckin’ cup, and say, “what’s up?”
[verse 2: gonda]
b_b_b_tch i’m on my scr_per bike, cruisin’
the way the rims spinnin’ and movin’, it’s confusin’
w_w_women love the way i keep it a buck
watchin’ b_tches start runnin’ like squirrels for my nuts
a_a_a_and she got the cupcakes in the pants
bad b_tch, on the dance flo’, doin’ a dance
i_i_i walk up, i said “do you got a man?”
she said, “yeah, i do! but i’m just here with my friends!” (what’s good)
shawty, tell me what’s good
i got half a mind to take you right back to the hood
introduce you to my mom’s, and my pop’s, and my friends
i might even put a f_ckin’ ring on yo’ hand, on god!
you a_you_you a fine lil’ thang
you can hold a strap while we ride around with the gang, let it bang
th_th_throw it in yo’ purse if they search it
shawty got the glock in a bootleg birkin
[chorus: gonda]
put yo’ hands in the air, like 12 pulled up
on the block with the homies, f_ck the cops
shawty make it drop to the flo’ with them apple bottom jeans on
what’s crackin’ like some pop rocks?
mama got the chicken in the crock pot, cookin’ it slow
till it fall off the bone, say what?
yeah, we in the neighborhood, we poppin’ bottles in the front yard
come and grab a motherf_ckin’ cup, and say, “what’s up?”
[outro]
is it like the hand of god?
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