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letra de 'bout my chicken - stunthard buda

[intro]
(vonte on the beat, n-gga)
woo, woo
woo
woo, woo
woo
whole lot of gang sh-t
yeah, n-gga
yop
(warren up) ayy

[chorus]
like a black n-gga, know i’m ’bout my chicken (know i’m ’bout that cheese)
i came up, they say a n-gga actin’ different (f-ck)
but like a fat n-gga, know i got that biscuit (keep it on me)
with a beam on that b-tch, it ain’t no missin’ (it ain’t no missin’)
only real n-ggas ’round, keep your distance (f-ck on)
poppin’ pills, sippin’ lean, this sh-t delicious (you know)
that lil’ internet beef, i don’t get into that
n-ggas wanna interact, hollows put an end to that

[verse]
only thing i love is money and pistols (bye)
when you down, they diss you, when you up, they miss you (bye)
they only f-ck with you if it’s beneficial (bye)
had stripes, since a young n-gga, i’ve been official (dummy)
where your pros at? (why?), whеre your pole at? (huh?)
get somе money, you worried ’bout where them hoes at (you a ham)
hands on with that work, you know them ‘bows active
had a bumpy road that first time, them pros active
f-ck a bank, put the money in the old mattress
they ain’t gon’ recognize dog, n-gga, closed casket (ugh)
streets missing a n-gga, i’m back active (yop)
if your b-tch cold, whack my mans, i’ma backdoor (run that b-tch)
n-gga, you ain’t shootin’ sh-t, what you strapped for?
big bullets send him all the way up like [?] (all the way up)
got them movie clips, n-ggas wanna act up
ever since a young n-gga, i’ve been movin’ packs out (i’ve been movin’ packs out)
got your b-tch, bro, she on that groupie sh-t (get that b-tch)
if she keep lookin’ at me, then i’ma do the b-tch (i’ma hit)
get them strips from my oldhead and send ’em out (bye)
love when n-ggas talk crazy ’cause them biguns comin’ out (chow, chow)
roll the tape, n-gga, lil’ n-gga runnin’ ’round
what you mean it’s a drought? we ain’t never runnin’ out (we ain’t never runnin’ out)
f-ck whoever don’t like us, suck my d-ck and die
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m a l!ck but i wouldn’t even try
[chorus]
like a black n-gga, know i’m ’bout my chicken (know i’m ’bout my cheese)
i came up, they say a n-gga actin’ different (f-ck them n-ggas)
but like a fat n-gga, know i got that biscuit (keep it on me)
with a beam on that b-tch, it ain’t no missin’ (ain’t no missin’)
only real n-ggas ’round, keep your distance (woo, woo)
i’m poppin’ pills (woo), blowin’ crud (woo), this sh-t delicious (woo)
that lil’ internet beef, i don’t get into that (woo, woo)
n-ggas wanna interact, hollows put an end to that
gang

- stunthard buda

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