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of Kentucky Fried Chicken Cluckin' and pushin' my buttons forgot to mention my name sounds like personal pain puttin' yourself in imminent danger Make
sucka's, a coffee and Smuckers is fine Cluckin' on lucky fuckers, we cuttin' the blubber and find You a brand, read the line, never undermine In public it's
An old farm house, a country road Chickens cluckin', roosters crowin' We were poor and didn't know it That's what I recall Evening came and kinfolk
kicked out the spot, I seen blood Before F****** Ooh, I seen blood before F****** Watchin' my moves, all he doin' is cluckin Pass the K3, watch my bro get
chickens cluckin' Pluck a feather, bitch, you gon' push me to the edge Hedgin' bets, the leather belt is 'round my neck I ain't no rookie, bitch, they
tuckin That blicky could've gave that boy his wings but he was a duckin If the feds run us down over that chicken, don't be cluckin If he hot I just might
out the mud, but you you fly wit them birds Cluckin' clackin' actin like you really bout your words But me, I really serve For you I use my third It
and cluckin' But ya song came on, and somethin' changed in the way she was movin' along Eyelashes caught flashes of the possibilities, maybe this one is
its very own name They do a little chicken dance… When they see me comin’ Cluckin’ and struttin’... When they come a runnin’ And it’s the cutest
see this comin Did ya? Chickens cluckin' like they just got paid Paid like a modern-day slave I'll beat yo' ass serving lemonade I'll beat yo' ass if
like Eddie Murphy & ya beat face, clump it up Aint a dancing doll but bitch knuck if you buckin up Come if you, running up Chickens be cluckin up Im
the clientele is cluckin Ya boo hit the trap phone, said that she wanted some mclovin She wanna taste the bandup n my niggaz they thuggin When I'm in there vip,
eggs That don't live in privately owned prisons Find them peace today They could be all in Northampton Cluckin 'bout what to graze Cluck to a glamping
a nerd Get yo face up on my dick If you gone speak about my work Couple pigeons on me bitch If you gone speak upon my worth Call em chickens get ta cluckin
O sa imi stiu viitoru Te mai dai super erou O sa scrie mare pe panou Trap-ul asta e vai de el Stii ca sunt la alt nivel Mancam la cluckin bell Mergem
and that's a fact! Who knew a Holstein could party like this? My cow's drinkin' beer and she ain't gonna miss! Well the chickens are cluckin' the pigs all
trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit I don't fuck with the punk shit I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin A quick blast for the buck
shorty she aint havein it back then i wasnt serious makein so much paper kept em curious chickens cluckin everywhere i didnt care thinkin to myself that
to the fullest Gats I pull it, bastards duckin' when B.I.G. be buckin' Chickenheads be cluckin' in my bathroom fuckin' It ain't nothin', they know B.I.G. be
pluck your cluckin' feather Cook you up for dinna-dinna I got so much look that I Gone filled up my pockets You're talking to the wrong guy if You think
these niggas, they be chicken ', I can hear em cluckin[00:35.45]If I want a nigga dead, I'ma press the button And I know a hating nigga call him Joe
caddy corner crushin' Cluckin', bussas they claim they Wanna fuck tonight Ridin' dirty, super tight I put the pressure on the lesser When she
the Krizzle The Chevy on four Pirellis with The pole in the middle I break a ho if she brittle Pimpin' hot off the griddle Cluckin' bustas freakin' and Fuckin'
(phew, phew, phew, phew, phew) We got the pucks and we chuckin', they playin' chicken and cluckin' (cluck, cluck, cluck) I'm Colonel Sanders to you
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