LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCHICKENS (feat. EST Gee)
Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)Woah, woahWoah, woahKeep all my money, chickenWoah, woahMarried my money, chickenWoah, woahChickens, chickens (Put up the rings)Chickens, chickensChickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)Chickens, chickensAll I talk is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk 'bout racks)Chickens, chickensChickens, chickensKitchenSit down and stay down until you come upGo fuck an M&M up on the truckSnatch up a Bentley truck just off the rowWithout this Richard, my swag up to parOver three M&Ms just on the carBallin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrowGive me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dopeTotin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't chokеWhat you do? Hey, hey, hey, hеy, hey, hey, heyHundred bitches, they calling me ChamberlainNew millennium, look like an alienPut a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em inI take off, see the fire out the tail endTell the troops up and load up a caravanI maneuver, but I got a ratchetHad the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it)When you dealing with demons, we carelessDifferent levels to hitters and bad bitchesI was geekin', I smashed on a catfishI was leanin' and stopped all the XanaxI been meanin' to cut back on ecstasyI been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exitOn the E-way, I know you can't catch meAin't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' upGet together in leather and cut it upBlack foreign automobiles, WakandaAnd ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summerLike when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers(Wheezy outta here)How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?Chicken, chickensChickens, chickensChicken, chickenChickenAll I want is chicken, chickenChickens, chickensChickens, chickensChicken, yeahPluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my toolYeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner packOn me even OT like I don't know how to lackThis ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it backSlime language, phone might be tappedFive racks make her lay on her backPop me another one, try and relaxSave the opinions, I just want the factsDo your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn timeDo them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mindHow much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you stillThis that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feelUsed to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smellTake a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tellOn my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jailUsed to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mailI found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as wellShe know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazyChickensChickens, chickensChicken (Wheezy outta here) , chickenChickenAll I want is chicken, chickenChickens, chickensChickens, chickensChicken, yeahPluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my toolYeah, yeah, chickenYeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
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