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big steff & chicken p - group 4 lyrics

[intro: big steff & chicken p]
this sound like that “left hand bouncin’, right hand”
yeah, that’s how it sound, don’t it?
ayy, keep that, though
ayy, he said, “i’ma teach you how to”
i’ma teach you how to motherf+ckin’ cook, hmm
where the f+ck my— i’m finna bust this f+ckin’ book
these n+ggas ain’t on—

[verse 1: chicken p]
these n+ggas ain’t on nothin’
i’m somewhere in the hills smokin’ blueberry crumpets
tryna hide the arp, look like i’m walkin’ with a crutch
i don’t say it with my chest, b+tch, i say it with my nuts
made my first quarter million, then i went and doubled up, huh
4eva lit, i’m really rich, i’m rich as f+ck
i could teach you how to jack, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m just like boog ‘nem
uncle elroy, i talk to my b+tch like suge ‘nem
chicken p, i preach, i put my b+tches in the pulpit
quarter chicken get to heatin’ up, it look like cool whip
i came up off an eight+ball like a poolstick
i be with takers, we’ll take you n+ggas, f+ck that cool sh+t
i swear all my b+tches nice, i stopped rockin’ rhude
water on my body like i just jumped out a pool
f+ck a b+tch and put her out soon as my mood switch
i do what the f+ck i want, you n+ggas ain’t gon’ do sh+t
hmm, servin’ adam, naw, this ain’t no 22, though
hmm, i’m a big dog, yeah, i’m just like kujo
[verse 2: big steff]
ayy, i put a frrt on every glock, n+gga better not move wrong
four different heads wanna hoop, let me throw my shoes on
on 66 right by kluge, servin’ in a school zone
ain’t never had a n+gga like me, i know it’s hard to move on
been pullin’ them grits by myself with no mask
michael jordan for a bookie, twelve+fifty for a half
i dropped out, passin’ testers, but i’m still good at math
i know my old b+tch hate to see me, i’m back up in my bag
i’m a shot caller, you n+ggas ain’t gon’ touch sh+t
left wrist smackin’ hard, i could’ve went and bought a brick
‘member i was f+cked up and now i’m f+ckin’ on your b+tch
i’ll ball on your ass, boy, you ain’t f+ckin’ in my mix

[verse 3: mariboy mula mar]
yeah, i can show your ass how to crack a ying
every d+mn diamond on me real, all my pieces bling
huh, it only cost a thousand blues if i say you green
my n+gga choppin’ up bricks like the j+panese
naw, we ain’t gotta f+ck, baby, hit your knees then
so many fumes in this air, this room, i can’t breathe in
b+tch bad and a freak, pockets fat, your sh+t look tea
all this dog sh+t got me four pockets full like my name dominique
yeah, i love the sound when that money counter beep
brought the pillows to your b+tch crib, forgot to bring the sheets
all this bread, i can’t never left no crumb around me
a hundred ‘bows in the air, i board united group three
[verse 4: p4evalit]
board united group three, i’m with group four
4eva lit, throw it up, let them n+ggas know
i be bustin’ pounds to the shake, brodie bust the blow
all that cappin’, i’m really havin’, rack for rack, we can go
i’ma run through the load and i’ma go and get some more
quit cappin’, you ain’t havin’, boy, your ass really broke
n+ggas got to crashin’ out, he heard his b+tch was f+ckin’ bro
really put sh+t on the board, n+ggas better check the score

- big steff chicken p lyrics

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