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letra de fried chicken - babychiefdoit

[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

- babychiefdoit

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