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letra de know sumn - chicken p

[intro]
wah-hah, yeah
ayy (d-mn, boom made this?)

[verse]
i knew a n-gga told, actin’ like them n-ggas lyin’
i know some n-ggas frauds when some shots went to flyin’
yeah, this n-gga ho, i be hittin’ her all the time
i know some n-ggas lost it all and got it all back grindin’
ayy, i know them n-ggas wanna outshine me
just thumbed through a fifty, baby chick was playin’ sonic
i’m like roach with the pit, i’m finna give chico this brownie
i made ninety off a brick, but that’s a hundred if we round it
ayy, i’m tryna blend in, i’m in a honda
two hundred fifty grams, this ain’t gon’ fit in no v-g-n-
the work came white, they think i’m gettin’ this sh-t from china
don’t ask ’bout no price knowin’ d-mn well you ain’t buyin’ sh-t
ayy, soon as i lost it all, i went and found it
lenox mall with a dub, i’m in atlanta like a falcon
this a whole six of mud, i don’t be pourin’ up no ounces
snuck thе nickel in the club, might put this big b-tch on the bouncеr
ayy, i’m in an alpina, that’s a bimmer
with a b-tch so cold, might have to leave her, i’m anemic
hit the dope with a four, it’s still a ten, i ain’t believe it
got ten for a show and went and blew that sh-t at neimans
you think you f-ckin’ with me? boy, you dreamin’
sittin’ down, wonderin’ what i made like stevie
i put the metal b-tton on the uh— not the 3d
i ain’t gon’ lie, you only see this type of sh-t on tv
yeah, i’m cool on them ‘bows, but i’m buyin’ all the rest of ’em
you got that ass done, baby, is that p-ssy wet, though?
we got birds, dog food, we like petco
ask around, i got stripes like a sh-lltoe
hit the b-tch from the back with my leg up
put the brrrt on the back, get your head bust
she got hair on that cat, close your legs up
boy, don’t be tender ’bout these hoes, all these b-tches f-ckin’
high as f-ck on the road, pourin’ tris in public
i’m high as f-ck pourin’ fours, hittin’ corners, hustlin’
that p-ssy mine, tat chicken p across your b-ttcheeks
pull that lovey-dovey sh-t on any n-gga but me
i be sellin’ coke, n-gga, i don’t want no pepsi
i could cook a brick by myself, n-gga, just me
i told my jeweler i need water, boy, it’s time to jet-ski
f-ck them pictures, spend that money, that’s what’s gon’ impress me
this a chrome heart tee, baby, come and s-x me
broke n-gga talkin’ money, that’s my biggest pet peeve
i’m ridin’ with a nine on me like that n-gga drew brees
servin’ lil bow wow like jermaine dupri
you know i kick it like jet, matter fact, bruce lee
all this paper pilin’ up like a stack of loose leaf
all these bricks could build a house, who tryna sign a new lease?
i’m duckin’ neighborhood watch, i gotta find a new street

- chicken p

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