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Future

CHICKENS

 

CHICKENS

(专辑: I NEVER LIKED YOU - 2022)


[Future:]
Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah

Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk it is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen

Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Balling like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Toting the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geeking, I smashed on a catfish
I was leaning and stopped all the Xanax
I been meaning to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinking 'bout finding an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pouring the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't going nowhere, we fucking this shit up every single summer
Like when I was selling coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you getting, nigga, what you doin'?

Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fucking this shit up, going
Yeah, I ain't going nowhere without my tool

[EST Gee:]
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rapping 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dying or going to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sitting here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy

[Future:]
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Chicken
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fucking this shit up, going
Yeah, I ain't going nowhere without my tool

Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah

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