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letra de chick james - chicken p

[intro]
huh, i, uh, i change, uh
b-tch, i’m rich as a rich b-tch
uh, b-tch, i’m rich, i am rich, b-tch
i, b-tch, i’ll fly to ric mobbin’, thumpin’
uh, huh
i get in that mode, for real, my n-gga
ayy, i be doin’ this sh-t to the game, n-gga
(tncdontplaywithme)
my n-gga, you know what’s up with us, n-gga, for real

[verse]
bust a brick, baby, i’ma bust a brick, baby (ayy)
you seduce me with no p-ssy, i’ma f-ck my b-tch, baby (i’m cool)
ayy, i know a couple n-ggas broke, ain’t got sh-t, hatin’ (ain’t got sh-t)
i thank allah for this grind, that’s what got me rich, ain’t it? (i thank allah)
every dollar, every dime, i need every cent, baby (i need every dime)
i can’t give up on the gutter, ayy, this gutter sh-t made me (that’s correct)
ain’t no calmin’ lil’ p down, ayy, lil’ brother get crazy (ayy, lil’— uh)
first time i put it down was my big brother 3a (baow)
huh, i told max to go knock scotty down, he right on ea (for real)
huh, i’m in court with all my jewelry on like, “f-ck the da” (f-ck the da)
huh, we back-to-back with scats and tracks, we f-ckin’ up the e-way (skrrt)
i been prayin’ for my brother, i run it up, now he hatin’ (d-mn)
like how that work, n-gga? (how that work, my n-gga?)
i sat back to watch you ball, you had it first, n-gga (you had this sh-t first)
when n-ggas supposed to be your dog, that be the worst feelin’ (that be the worst)
huh, i pray they never play at all ’cause i’ma go k!ll ’em (i’ma go hill ’em)
i’m forever lit, i can’t stand down for no n-gga (yeah, boss up, boss down)
they know what up with us, my n-gga, this sh-t ain’t no riddle (yeah, yeah)
help me run these millions up, my n-gga, and we gon’ split them (we gon’ split ’em)
a n-gga ever play with you, my n-gga, you better go k!ll ’em (go k!ll ’em)
n-ggas always talkin’ ’bout what they want, my n-gga, go get it (go get that sh-t)
huh, yeah, my brother run the red (my brother)
i miss my brother, i poured a tray a ticket to the head (i swear to god, i miss you, brother)
these b-tches ain’t on nothin’, i swear to god, these b-tches lame (these b-tches lame)
i’m runnin’ off these drugs, i pop a tesla, board my plane
they wanted smoke, them n-ggas died, just don’t say my name (hmm)
mia, i’m in the sky on a paper plane (yeah)
huh, if you ever catch me cryin’, it’s ’cause sh-t ain’t the same (it ain’t the same)
i was broke, but i’m rich now, so i can’t complain
hmm, yeah, i’m rich, b-tch, yeah, i’m chick james (i’m rich, b-tch)
a thousand ‘bows of mary jane just like rick james (yeah, yeah)
fifty-two thousand for this watch and this b-tch plain (plain)
h-llcat, hear this b-tch growling when i switch lanes (skrrt)
[outro]
n-gga

- chicken p

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