Lyrics:
Garlic parmesan On my drumsticks (Chasing chicken) Lemon pepper powder On my drumsticks (Chasing chicken) Go atomic bomb On my drumsticks (Chasing
Slidin all day we on the lookout Beef to the flame like a motherfucking cookout Chef outside firing the drumstick No ref nearby so you steppers
to play I want drumsticks for Christmas Let me finish my riff I'll be down in the basement Playing on my kit I want drumsticks for Christmas Don't bother
1, 2, that women's coming for you 3, 4, you'd better lock your door 5, 6, get out your drumsticks And just for the record, she ain't smiling You were
the function Ceasar still banging on his chest with the drumsticks Back with the punch list, the nappy niggas run shit Cage the gorillas and you asking for
now I'm glad that I made it Swim with the sharks now I'm glad that I made it Life could be real sticky If you fumble, get up quickly Lose a drumstick
on that Travis shit B banging like a drumstick Yup, like a drumstick She banging like a drumstick Sh-she on that Travis shit B banging like a drumstick
the table, everyone's in place When she says, "Come and get it", you really see a race Look at the jiblip gravy And the big brown drumstick Daddy says, "Don't
a drumstick Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick Jack, we'll soon have a Japanese derby And beat it like a cymbal on a music rack Billy-a-dick,
sets the table, everyone's in place When she says, "Come and get it", you really see a race Look at the jiblip gravy And the big brown drumstick
can't believe such future exist I can have you honey, but I'm too proud to be funny One. Two. Guitar strap. Three. Four. Drumstick high Scream loud for
the gentlemen do Gimme them drumsticks I'm counting off 12 bars of blues She's got rock and roll in English so what the hell else would you need She's got two
Level up and bounce, Takabisha on that, to fight monotony Bring it up the drumsticks On this, on that, to come to the party Level up and bounce,
wicked faith in her heart why’s a girl like her alone but man, she’s go the blues drumsticks in her hand why she plays the blues it’s so hard
Big choppa with a mag call it drumstick I don't give a fuck 'cuz they don't know shit Pop a bitch body bag with no notice Left Miami MIA with my
the fuck shit (With the fuck shit) We don't fuck 'round with the fuck shit (With the fuck shit) We keep them rounds and them drumsticks (Drumsticks) I'm
to the foot of the hill To the lovers and the way that that feels I've got that drumstick lollipop sky kinda high I've got my rose coloured spectacles up on my
meal - The deal, two drumsticks and a breast - just leave you so depressed that I must stress - Do not eat the chicken! - Now back to my health - I
a song Daddy why were you just a childhood deception? You stole my fake French drumsticks And my Swedish double-mint truffle drumsticks And my haunted
I told bro go drop body niggas tryna copy I just took my shirt off We gon pop a opp when we done we gone skrrt off I done Fell in love my drumstick
[Chorus] Meet me at the ice cream truck I'll be you an ice cream I'll whip out my drumstick that will make your eyes gleam lick it up quick
the one got the juice I fell in love with the drum talk, drum talk, drumsticks on the way, yeah I put a bitch on the bed, beat her back in, tell that ho,
yeah) Got her pussy wet, wet, wet like a faucet (like a faucet) Pull up to my baby mama shower with a drumstick (pop-pop-pop) I don't like to pay my
(yeah) She sexy and so charismatic (yeah, uh) I hope it's a bulletproof vest in that jacket (yeah) I keep the drumstick like it's Madden (yeah) (I keep
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