Lyrics:
cuffin) She a chicken and her phone stay cluckin We ain't talking money we ain't talking bout nothin No kissin No cuffin These b*tches comin too easy
got enough layers Welcome to cluckin bell can I take your order Two number nines A number large Number six extra dip And leme get a large soda Money in
Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin' and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half
ain't nothin Man, these niggas be chicken when I come around yeah, I swear that they all get to cluckin' Oh, yeah and shoutout to my cousin 'Cause, I'm
good) Duckin' shells at the Cluckin' Bell Jump out, bus' a gun until they tuck they tail It seems like I'm on impossible missions Twisted predicaments,
has it she's recitin' poetry 'N' cookin' up a lentil stew Good riddance to de yenta of de hood Too busy with her business Roosters a cluckin' that she
see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float On them motherfuckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen Streets is
watched da bank print da money money Keep them hunnits’ coming, we want money money Bills Bussin’ bussin’ Broke a hoe she fuckin’ fuckin’ Birds cluckin
see? I went to the doctor said "Doc help me quick!" He just scratched his head gave my beak a flick Said "Son you're cluckin' up the wrong tree You need
slick (Do do do, la la la) Paws tiptoein', he's quite the trick (Do do do, la la la) Chickens cluckin', Snarf makes his pick (Do do do, la la la) Bustin'
rooster feed to a bucket Just cluckin', tellin' y'all fuck it Yeah, fuck it So by now, you probably figured it out Mainstream pissed me off and made Me
this man loves his chicken, She lays him all the eggs she has. Tell the farmer there's nothin' going on. Believe me, she's cluckin' just 'cause she's
custom vans TV's with fuckin plan Keepin them chicken cluckin him See me I'm buckin men This life we stuck within I know the way out theres light
cluckin' Baby I'm frostbitten iceberg slim into black women When Three's Company ask pigeon who Jack trippin' Man listen, money slippin, it's honey
Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin' and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half
like a bottle of Moet Murder, murder, m-m murder murder That's what she wrote Chickens cluckin', niggas duckin' These niggas don't want that
Treat a ho like Andre 3000 ain't fuck with Caroline An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O'Neal I keep a chicken cluckin', dope fiend fiendin', fuck it,
cluckin' Tellin' my wife who I was dancin' with like I was f***in' Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin' To the concrete
search of a chicken head, you was cluckin' And I was lustin', we were both out of order I shoulda known better as I'm reminded of my daughter Am I my
sickness And have to make their way past people fucking Punters hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin' Spent a day getting touched up
stopped) We be on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grizzly, nigga we fucked
niggas Got skinny jeans so you can see that im tuckin nigga And she met lil Phanttom you can see that shes cluckin nigga She cluckin now Remember she
twins Chickens be cluckin' like hens And I pull up in a Benz' (real trap shit) Nigga hatin' on me, I don't know why Prolly 'cause he a fuckin' broke
Unh, this is the sound of Benjamin cluckin' IWIDJNOIJOKNOJEONK, ayy, Benjamin Button Benjamin Button, unh, he a fucking man Ayy, he got him a button
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