Future - CHICKENS (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - CHICKENS (en) Lyrics
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Keep all my money, chicken
Married my money, chicken
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
All I talk is chickens, chickens
(All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
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
Ballin' like everyday,
night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma
fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga,
I hope you don't chokе
What you do? Hey, hey, hey,
hеy, hey, hey, hey
Hundred 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 geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped
all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know
you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without
pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin'
this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke
inside the trenches, know
a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga,
what you doin'?
Chicken, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere
without my tool
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you
rappin' '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 dyin' or goin' 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 sittin'
here pissed like she ain't leaving
'til I pay her, crazy
Chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
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