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sos og - chicken lyrics

she get freaky freaky freaky for this chicken
all my n_ggas winnin’
some my n_ggas turnt up turnt up
in these streets they getting chicken
money, guala, cheese, bready, [?]
we always love the chicken
dead presidents in rubberbands
you don’t know the feeling
throwing money in the air
we might make it rain a little
or a lot
sos we got the guap
got your baby mama super geeking
she all on my c_ck
dead presidents
she trynna show me that she need a lot
shawty from the block
you stick around i’ll bring you to the top
pills, weed, bottles
i swear this life it don’t ever stop
threw the whole bag in here
f_ck it i’m gon’ live it up
city girls looking for them ballers dancing next to us
nike i just do it, sos we keep a check on us
i remember middle school
them b_tches ain’t wan’ let me f_ck
now we grown she trynna pop it
told that lil’ b_tch she a dub
she can see that i’m the youngest, richest n_gga in this club

she get freaky freaky freaky for this chicken
all my n_ggas winnin’
some my n_ggas turnt up turnt up
in these streets they getting chicken
money, guala, cheese, bready, [?]
we always love the chicken
dead presidents in rubberbands
you don’t know the feeling
throwing money in the air
we might make it rain a little
or a lot
sos we got the guap
got your baby mama super geeking
she all on my c_ck
dead presidents
she trynna show me that she need a lot
my b_tch in here curving b_tches
told her chill she’ll never stop
ghetto, rich, handsome
my mama raised a pretty thug
think i took too d_mn much
i feel my body going numb
that lil’ b_tch a dancer
could tell she got her titties done

- sos og

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