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letra de splenda + chicken tenders - griffe¥ jr.

[verse 1]
born winner, number one contender
eatin chicken tenders sittin on top of my fender
operation cakin ain’t really goin too slender
only got a cup splenda and a straw i call bender
sip sip, on my simplistic sick spit
with six chicks that sit and l!ck d-ck
please, prolly won’t happen to me
jeez, my thirst for greed is now part of st–ze
imagine weez jeff and mcfly tryna get by
me as the seed planted in the world to get high
as the empire state, above my state
jerz is the slate where i’m gonna paint my fate
but wait, i don’t move weight, no biggest loser
just wanna hear some greats, say this kid is cooler
as i finish up the splenda and open up my cooler
i’m on my second tender pretenderin, i’m a ruler

[hook]
… yup
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders

[verse 2]
operation cakin ain’t really makin the bacon
so i’m shakin for occupation waitin until i take it
patient, starvin like fighters before the weigh ins
my stomach in major pain its playin dame wayans
um, dame slayin supposed to come next
got me vex for, drop the v, and add an s
s-x is what i said, sprinkle in some super head
so when i rip, they glad that the loser dead
oh, hurts the soul, so what
swerving stupid fast in a sonic doin donuts
so nuts, bogus, partyin in togas
eatin cold cuts with soldiers throwin gold up
after operation money makin starts payin
i don’t even know what i’m sayin
forth tender down got a couple more to go
back to pretending, i’m bout to go gold

[hook]
… yup
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders
sittin on my fender, eatin chicken tenders

[verse 3]
splinter cell, creep through the ceiling of the beat
bout to hit up lebron, just to bring the heat
and tell him to leave before he even takes a seat
it’s reserved for obama, about to make a speech
sheesh, look who’s in the back of my jeep
rihanna and two freaks who ready to beat
unstrap the custom nike air’s off my feet
into a private jet, see you next week
that’s weak, i shouldn’t be dreamin or even fiendin
for five minutes fame and features that ima be in
seein these achievements got me feelin kinda squeamish
believe it and achieve it, just avoid the scenic
only if i can stack bands with rob van
dam, bout time for me to stand
as i finish chewin chicken and head to the kitchen
wanna thank for the listen to the young boys wishin

- griffe¥ jr

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