lirik lagu chicken p - chicken walker
[intro]
it’s recordin’, gang?
alright, reset it
ayy, hmm, ayy
[verse]
they wanna see some gangster sh~t, i’m finna show they ass
i was too busy buyin’ books, b~tch, i ain’t go to class
get in the field, my n~gga, you gon’ need some shoulder pads
mm, i’m in the demon doin’ one~thirty, i might just do the dash
hmm, i’m just like a duracell, b~tch, i was built to last
hmm, put this belt on the lil’ n~gga right after i whoop his ass
hmm, i need thirty minutes, whip this brick, i’ll cook it fast
you see this watch that i got on, i could’ve copped the jag’
hmm, n~ggas payin’ for that p~ssy, you should’ve copped a bag
i don’t wanna hear ’bout what you did, them other n~ggas has~been (hmm)
every n~gga played with me, we put ’em in the casket
i need a natural b~tch, i’m tired of buyin’ my b~tches lashes
i got water on my neck, on my wrist, see thеse b~tches splashin’
i’m in miami in the ghost, i’m startin’ to feel likе casper
this lil’ b~tch just put the head on me and i ain’t even ask her
i popped a pint of tris, you hear my voice gettin’ raspy
huh~huh~hmm, huh~huh, and make sure they can hear me
bag so many onions in this b~tch, my eyes gettin’ teary
thousand~mile drive all alone, it’s just me and siri
huh, i see a rich n~gga when i look in the mirror
amiri for the denim, baby, i don’t no denim tearin’
you ain’t wrap ’em right before you sent ’em, pass interference, huh
i paint a picture clear, who could paint it clearer? hmm
they ain’t got no money, they shoppin’ in the clearance, huh
i been gettin’ money, boy, go ask my parents
spent five thousand for a ‘fit, i still ain’t get to wear it
i don’t give a f~ck ’bout where i’m at, go’n try it, boy, i dare you
hit your ass with this 10 milli’, boy, i don’t do no sparin’
hmm, i don’t do no carin’, i don’t give no f~ck
you in trouble, boy, i got like fifty thousand wrapped up in this duffle, huh
tell a b~tch i wanna f~ck before i say, “i love you”
hmm, b~tch, i rap my real life, now who gon’ say i’m bluffin’?
hmm, i get to talkin’ ’bout this cash, i don’t hear them sayin’ nothin’
i spent three thousand for a pound of blueberry cruffin
poured a whole pint, one more ounce and i’m gon’ need some crutches
a hundred~fifty of ’em on the flight, b~tch, i’m gon’ need more luggage
i can’t move this sh~t by myself, b~tch, i’m gon’ need my brothers
money conversation, ain’t got no paper, you just need to hush it
shh, haha, shut the f~ck up
hundred ‘bows in here with no label, i don’t know what’s what
drunk a whole fifth of dom, these b~tches better help me up
got me in that room, i kept it solid, i ain’t tell ’em nothin’ (shh)
n~gga get to talkin’ ’bout that paper, i could tell he bluffin’
n~ggas talkin’ ’bout some old k!lls, i could tell he rusty
hmm, ayy, somebody tell that boy get active
get your ass k!lled for a thousand, boy, i be with smackers
i’ma spend this pape’ while i’m alive ’cause you can’t spend it after
i’m lane hoggin’ in the trx, lil’ b~tch, this ain’t no raptor, huh
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