Fried Chicken

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BabyChiefDoit - Rap

Fried Chicken

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[Intro] Foenem in this bitch with me, gang in this bitch, blood Five fingers to the sky, niggas know how we ride, Zoo Life 'till I die, nigga Niggas know what the fuck goin' on, 26-12 shit, bitch [Verse] 26-12, they wanna know the meanin' All my bitches know I'm leavin', I don't need a reason Before you think 'bout tweakin' with us, take it up with Jesus 'Cause nine times outta' ten, you gon' get sent to meet him I talk about drugs because they make me happy And my lil' cousin trap house look like a Klan rally (Baow, baow) Tryna catch a nigga pissin' in that alley My cougar bitch call me grandbaby, since I can't be daddy Fuck your music, that shit, I'm not tryna hear First of all, I'm not no rapper, I'm just tryna make it clеar Don't drive too fast or way too slow, I'm quick to say boy on that whip Dump at that ride, they spin again, just likе a burger, that bitch flipped Hit the floor, I'm the biggest, I'm the motherfuckin' GOAT If you not feelin' what I'm sayin', here's the motherfuckin' door In the black truck, face in lap, I'm somewhere ridin' with your ho I feel like Base God, tell your bitch I'm comin' for her throat, nigga [Chorus] Chicken, chicken, fry his ass Face shot, chest shot, then I thigh his ass Face card good, you gon' see me ridin' past They see my little ass, and niggas get to walkin' fast (Baow, baow) Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow) Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow) Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow) We don't wanna hang with these new niggas [Verse 2] Claimin' that they shooters, they won't hurt a fly That man was they only slider, know they hurt he died You the reason that your homie down for thirty-five All that for nothin', still got out and got shot thirty times You was there, I know you seen them hoes in 'em, then like, damn, do it Boy, you always got them hoes with ya Every where you go, you always bring the fuckin' poles with you And you got a chopper that's gon' sing like Keyshia Cole, nigga Boy, I c-c-cook shit up, don't get put on the stove, nigga We bang young and old niggas, boy, I thought I told niggas We treat niggas just like clothes, we'll lint roll niggas We gon' check your car for this, since you think you a bold nigga Hold on, I say [Chorus] Chicken, chicken, fry his ass Face shot, chest shot, then I thigh his ass Face card good, you gon' see me ridin' past They see my little ass, and niggas get to walkin' fast (Baow, baow) Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow) Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow) Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow) We don't wanna hang with these new niggas (Baow, baow) [Outro] Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow) Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow) Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow) We don't wanna hang with these new niggas

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Credits

Writers
  • BabyChiefDoit
  • Charley Cooks