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letra de big one - chicken p

[intro]
ayy (buss one)
(ajaks, this a banger)
ayy
ayy
ayy, check me out
okay, ayy, huh

[verse]
fifty thousand dollars on me now, who tryna call my bluff?
ran this sh-t up all by myself, ain’t gotta call for nothin’
really rich, forever lit, if they ain’t rockin’ with us, f-ck ’em
chrome heart denim, baby, you can’t find these in the buckle
ten milli’, i ain’t scuffling, you try it, you in trouble
quit chasin’ them hoes, n-gga, once you try it, you gon’ bubble
on stage high like david ruffin, we in the club pourin’ ‘tussin (drank)
i be done poured a n-gga rent, but these n-ggas homeless (on my baby)
you say you can cook a brick? okay, n-gga, show me
i keep a kenan kel-tec just like nickelodeon
i’m with a bad-ass b-tch, she say she cambodian
go tell your drunk-ass uncle i got some paper old as him
(n-gga, been slammin’, lil’-ass n-gga)
huh, a n-gga play, we gon’ put him down and stand over him
these broke-ass n-ggas salty, out here throwin’ sodium
i got a phobia for broke n-ggas out here owin’ n-ggas
i was broke, but i had to get up and go show them n-ggas
cracked a hundred out the strike, d-mn near blew the motor in it
i’m hittin’ the road, she say she goin’ with me
it’s cool, baby know to play her role, i made her hold the glizzy
la, new york, houston, then the o, b-tch, i been gettin’ busy
i hit iceman nick and dropped a forty, b-tch, it’s gettin’ chilly (cold)
bae, give me some head, naw, i ain’t with all the sentimental
take me to the source, ain’t with all the monkeys in the middle, huh
my n-gga keep some ‘caine on him, he ain’t crippled
i got some sh-t could drop a reindeer in this pistol
i’m pourin’ tris up out the pint, i never pour a little
it’s big chick, buss a brick, you n-ggas stuart little
they love me ’cause i do the most, you n-ggas do a little
a thousand grams done blew the motor, d-mn near threw the blender (f-ck)
ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, i’m runnin’ through them b-tches (we runnin’ through this sh-t)
i heard you n-ggas goin’ poor, money through with n-ggas (money through with them)
me and bro ‘nem stumblin’ out dior, we just blew a chicken
new b-30s cost a g, my left shoe a digit
i got so many bad b-tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one”
hmm, ayy, i got so many bad b-tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one” (ayy, do your big one)
ayy, huh, i got so many bad b-tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one”

- chicken p

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