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lirik lagu babychiefdoit - fried chicken

[intro]
foe’nem in this b~tch with me, gang in this b~tch, blood
five fingers to the sky, n~ggas know how we ride, zoo life ’till i die, n~gga
n~ggas know what the f~ck goin’ on, 26~12 sh~t, b~tch

[verse]
26~12, they wanna know the meanin’
all my b~tches know i’m leavin’, i don’t need a reason
before you think ’bout tweakin’ with us, take it up with jesus
’cause nine times outta’ ten, you gon’ get sent to meet him
i talk about drugs because they make me happy
and my lil’ cousin trap house look like a clam ’round it (baow, baow)
tryna catch a n~gga p~ssin’ in that alley
my cougar b~tch call me grandbaby, since i can’t be daddy
f~ck your music, that sh~t, i’m not tryna hear
first of all, i’m not no rapper, i’m just tryna make it clеar
don’t drive too fast or way too slow, i’m quick to [?] boy on that whip
dump at that ride, they spin again, just likе a burger, that b~tch flipped
hit the floor, i’m the biggest, i’m the motherf~ckin’ goat
if you not feelin’ what i’m sayin’, here’s the motherf~ckin’ door
in the black truck, face in lap, i’m somewhere ridin’ with your ho
i feel like base god, tell your b~tch i’m comin’ for her throat, n~gga

[chorus]
chicken, chicken, fry his ass
face shot, chest shot, then i die his ass
face card good, you gon’ see me ridin’ past
they see my little ass, and n~ggas get to walkin’ fast (baow, baow)
got the child lock on, i’m out the roof bl!ckin’ (baow, baow)
get down or lay down when i shoot, n~gga (baow, baow)
marchin’ down your block, ’cause we the troops, n~gga (baow, baow)
we don’t wanna hang with these new n~ggas
[verse 2]
claimin’ that they shooters, they won’t hurt a fly
that man was they only slider, know they hurt he died
you the reason that your homie down for thirty~five
all that for nothin’, still got out and got shot thirty times
you was there, i know you seen them hoes in ’em, then like, d~mn, do it
boy, you always got them rolls with you
every where you go, you always bring the f~ckin’ poles with you
and you got a chopper that’s gon’ sing like keyshia cole, n~gga
boy, i c~c~cook sh~t up, don’t get put on the stove, n~gga
we bang young and old n~ggas, boy, i thought i told n~ggas
we treat n~ggas just like clothes, we’ll lint roll n~ggas
we gon’ check your car for this, since you think you a bold n~gga
hold on, i say

[outro]
got the child lock on, i’m out the roof bl!ckin’ (baow, baow)
get down or lay down when i shoot, n~gga (baow, baow)
marchin’ down your block, ’cause we the troops, n~gga (baow, baow)
we don’t wanna hang with these new n~ggas

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