Lyrics:
said you loved me) tuh, boy, I told you what? You a duck-ass niggas, stop cluckin' and pay up (Material girl) I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas
Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all into birds And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood That's movin' a motherfuckin' thangs doin' real -
crack all his life and he still cluckin Be at the store beggin for money but I still love em Bitch got indicted for that swipe and she still punching I
yeh they cluckin' in the garden Aaah I dropped that gti hopped into a p zero rsche Then I hopped into the rari with the horses And they galloping That's
want peace ima keep it a band You just keep cluckin im keepin' these bands This a mentality i do this causally i just stay cognizant bitch Yeah i know i
just gon' glock him off Came to get my rocks off, but my socks came off Bitch, you sucked them off, I'm just runnin' that chicken aint cluckin' off Play
Slob 187 [RIDER J] Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'are you And anybody else too See 'cause I gotta do for me Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-see A 'are
Pretty ass, pretty kitty I might crash wit'cha biddy Shit is about to get litty Ya cluckin' chicken be a cock-fiend Bust it open like a SWAT team Chubby
in a bunch gone get to cluckin' These all broke boys nigga ain't got no money Yeah I be fucking all these hoes like I ain't got no wife I be thuggin'
hear me say that I told you So please don't come around me Acting like I owe you Chickens cluckin' my name And I don't even know you First they talk shit
the flub rug in the tub Lay the plate on the flat table Read no one your random cluckin mcguckin fable Travel pluck herbert in the eye Ear old fucking ass
like Cluckin Bell A tall order, making waves I ain't from London, fucking hell That's a challenge for a natty rapper I might dress nice, pen right, my
cluckin' the shit is absurd I know it’s my time I’m in menace mode Look at the shine on my skin it glow And this grind can be difficult But the prize is
Double up one time Bitch sipity sip Mane I see ya lost ya mind Get a gripity grip Yosimitty Sam ass nigga Keep the pole Chicken Heads cluckin We gone
get the fuck up out the kitchen I ain't cluckin around I put it down for my chicken King of my town I wear the crown I ain't finished Yeah Now who
the loot (gimme the loot) Chicken heads be cluckin In my bathroom fuckin Yer (yea) Malks
is cluckin' You wanna press luck, Hank, I can tuck Yo, listen up Let me introduce the crew Derby City boys We're breaking through Mark, Pooh, KP, Jody,
Slob 187 [RIDER J] Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'are you And anybody else too See 'cause I gotta do for me Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-see A 'are
never stop frontin PG cluckin Say your friend house the hen house Her profile penthouse bawty outta door Business registry been out It's all online
Frontin' but soft as a baby with A bib with a titty suckin' Me I be titty fuckin' Them chickenheads be cluckin' Lookin' for chicken feed Picture me trickin'
tuckin Off a perc, shawty be cluckin (Balling by my lonely) This ain't no loving just fuckin No jolly rancher she suckin (Ain't going out like I'm Tony)
cookin some chicken Bitches be cluckin & flockin like chicken Runnin ya mouf now ya chicken a witness You Mr. Wilson, I’m Gutta Da Menace I want it all
Told her be quick Cos mark called and Sonia (cluckin) Cattin for drugs Like I didn’t mean to bother ya (please mate) When they see me start pree Like
button And you quit cluckin' bout all thatat stick clutchin' When you ain't hit nothin' Instagram pic lovin', Twitter dick huggin' Tap dance on TikToks
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