Lyrics:
fist in
When it's through, stick my dick in
Like a nice stickin'
Stuffin' up this chicken
FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Fuck you 'cause I hit that bush
It's
Chicken satay eat at jue lan too on
I won't move at all for I move wrong
If you got it like that get yo boo on
If you got it like that put yo crew
[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
We got
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
sexy
How dare you smile up in my face then go disrespect me
Guess I gotta go in again
Get the bag and secure the win
I will never go broke again
Promise
lost, just follow my lead
Lighting up the room wherever I be
Making noise, but we gonna keep it low key
Bout' to eat, and we gonna feed the whole team
When we getting by
All the doubters forget about em
We puffing lyfe always high
Up in the clouds and
We drive ya wild every time we hit a thousand
bitch
Done ran the traffic light
That type of shit
Get you banished
Like Adams apple bite
Same for those
Who post screenshots
Up on the Gram for likes
Got
chicken's on my stick
Kaaaaah [exhale]
[Outtro]
I'd catch a train and rail my dog, motorboat while my dog rides before I hook her cold rump up and sleigh
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
illegal let it pass
Get ya cash or get beat up by the people
Diesel you could hear me through ya
Speaker got me greedy
When I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot
Flip G My ends sprung time to post up like my mailbox
an all around hustler fuck around and sell tops
got to get it in I got kids to feed,
caught
the fuck up
If you know you fucked up put your cup up
Now sit down sit down sit down
Sit down I get down i get down
I get down i get down
I'm a real nigga so
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made I'm homesick
Move Pow-Fu like
got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit
Don't be confusing me with haters, player
Get your paper
Just show respect to the folks who made you
(yeah)
Blessed by the creator so give money nigga
in a minute
Man a get served up like chicken nuggets with the ketchup
Know that the 'bré ain't kidding
Think that I'm joking 'cause I look young?
practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we
Polluted by
Crank it
Where she grew up there ain't no roads
Out in the sticks where the ginsing grows
She float down the river to get to school
Then her daddy
to death up in my casket while surrounded by my cabbage
What's my goal you can't imagine but I'm about to make it happen
Poetry I get to snapping spitting
(woo)
I get it but fuck all that culture shit
Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with
Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga,
what we came into we gonna stay blood
And whoever sleepin on it dem dat's gonna wake up
I need dough to feed me and my people
To get a pie and eat
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
Wait
Roll Up
I’m gone off Gelato
Kooln wit a lil thick chick
Who think she the shit
Cuz she drive a nice auto
N I’m just really tryna ball wit her
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