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letra de chikkenhead - phantogamo

[hook]
i blow the feathers off that bird, he a chicken head
put too much bullets in his top piece, now he missing head
i ain’t crying bout that b-tch but d-mn i miss her head
you’ll beef about a b-tch, boy you a simple head
boy get yo money up, stop worrying ’bout a p-ssy, f-ck
boy you a p-ssy huh, i don’t worry ’bout a p-ssy nun’
i make that p-ssy run tryn’ empty out my whole d-mn gun
like it’s reproducing, b-tch my choppa need to bust
like he tryn’ catch a bus, that n-gga running like he gump
b-tch sit on my stump, my wood not passing to no bum
take a shot of rum, my activator like a b-tton
b-tch don’t push my b-ttons, try me lose a arm or sumn’
i ain’t worried but nun’, try me once believe ya done
never worry bout nun’, this cup gone work to make me numb
i’mma leave em’ nauseous, leaking more blood than a broken faucet
i got to stay cautious, n-ggas hating, all they doin is watching

[verse]

n-ggas hating, all they doing is watchin
ricocheting off of me, only positive
on my mind i’m destined for the bag
cash on my mind two-four-seven that sh-t got to give
renovating imma clean up the roaches
junky f-ck imma give him a dosage
choppa bullets hitting like they poisonous
drain his blood imma take off a whole limb
i chop the feathers off that bird, he get fye’d up
if he ain’t in the dirt i guarantee he need a surgeon
i lay him down where he’s lurking
catch a body, burn it, crucify him, imma curse him
my blade will write his name in cursive
send him to the furnace, he burn in an ever circle
lay him on a board and i ain’t saying that boy surfing
choppa spitting fire flames, dante’s inferno
[hook]

i blow the feathers off that bird, he a chicken head
put too much bullets in his top piece, now he missing head
i ain’t crying bout that b-tch but d-mn i miss her head
you’ll beef about a b-tch, boy you a simple head
boy get yo money up, stop worrying ’bout a p-ssy, f-ck
boy you a p-ssy huh, i don’t worry ’bout a p-ssy nun’
i make that p-ssy run tryn’ empty out my whole d-mn gun
like it’s reproducing, b-tch my choppa need to bust
like he tryn’ catch a bus, that n-gga running like he gump
b-tch sit on my stump, my wood not passing to no bum
take a shot of rum, my activator like a b-tton
b-tch don’t push my b-ttons, try me lose a arm or sumn’
i ain’t worried but nun’, try me once believe ya done
never worry bout nun’, this cup gone work to make me numb
i’mma leave em’ nauseous, leaking more blood than a broken faucet
i got to stay cautious, n-ggas hating, all they doing is watching

- phantogamo

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