Lyrics:
chicken farmer
They want the Sosa but they get the cobra
By the third night they get the motions
Looking for love in all the right places (I'm so dangerous)
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
escape i can escape
We was on a date i took you to McKenzie's
That's like your favorite
I don't like fried chicken
I don't want no Chick-fil-A
And I know
some chicken for the cow? (Your mother)
Oops, I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups (that's your
some chicken for the cow? (Your mother)
Oops, I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups (that's your
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
touch with
Why this food i a comfort and how much that I trust it
I should try and buffet
But instead I choose this buffet
And kick my feet up and get so
him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush,
And when it comes to that
a trance
snap of her fingers taking off your pants
Pull up This ain't by chance
She's got it down to a twisted romance
She's the devil in disguise don't trip
the man there looked him up and down
Said where'd you ever get this thing
I said fix him up and tune him up
I'm gonna teach him how to sing
Well that old
and again and again and a—
I bone on the cunt side
I clogged wide arid caves
Nightmare world gang stalk body
Food that gets it on, that's me, I died like
Gelo get it tatted up and down my arms
I get chicken when I'm whipping but my chicken come with parm
You is not from city boy you prolly grew up
us out
Sheep and scapegoats cluck bollocks Dixie chicken sound
Sheep are followers its ironic we want more to follow us
Even if it's some chances are
niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
Throw down some money
The ice cream man is comin'
Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
'cause a nigga ain't the run of the mill
Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill
I make it hot to death, swing it from right to left
the drank I feel confident I'm pimpin'
Playing beer pong shoot my shot like Ima Piston
Whiskey give that chick a cup and she get frisky
Instant go up in
we acting up / we don’t give a fuck/ we have no body / we have nobody /
had to get it out the mud/ got it on my own/ Ten toes down/ run it up/ run it
Setting up wills so I will not see a wheelchair
Flowing upstream like a salmon in the river
Just know everyday 'til my last I deliver get 'em
to get paid,
And she knows she's insane,
And I'm dicking this drugged up bitch,
And I'm dicking this drugged up chick,
And I'm dicking her like she's
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
to get it back
Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?
Come in the kitchen and get a whiff of this chicken
Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm
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