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cartel mgm – chicken wing lyrics

[intro: waka flocka flame]
sh-t, i’m trying to tell my young n-gga man
them n-ggas you growing up with now g’d up, man, when you grow up, they gon’ be some p-ssies
9 times out of 10
squad

[hook: waka flocka flame]
i’m just chilling in the dale
smoking out a bale, trying to catch the next sale with my digital pocket scale (work!)
cell phone doing numbers, i got great clientele
yes, a n-gga strapped, it ain’t hard to f-cking tell
i’m from riverdale, one sw-ng, all sw-ng
cartel in the kitchen, watch him do the chicken w-ng
my clothes smell like dope cause my dog cooking ‘caine
n-gga, where i’m from everybody g-ngb-ng

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
thugged out since a jit
snot nosed n-gga in a jet, f-cking with the baddest b-tch
n-ggas know about me (what’s happening?!)
waka flocka pull up hanging out the window, screaming “bow! bow! bow”
n-ggas better duck. bow! bow! bow!
cars f-cking flipping
caught the n-gga slipping at the corner store eating a box of chicken
[?] my religion
barrel in his mouth make the hollows tongue kiss him (mwah!)
better him than me
i’ma tell you like a n-gga told me cash rule everything around me
welcome to riverdale, clayton county

[hook: waka flocka flame]

[verse 2: cartel mgm]
my homie cooking caine, my other partner bagging 0’s
when i hit the interstate, i put my b-tch on the road
pull up straight dumping if you ever owe me
leave your sh-t shot up, like holy moly
20 packs, 50 packs, i mean a lot of packs
handguns and choppers, i mean a lot of straps
money coming up short, what the f-ck is that?
that’s the type of sh-t that’ll have you laying on your f-cking back
i’m walking down the white brick road, for real though
? that’s the plug from mexico
now i’m shining, i’m stunting on you haters
monopoly boys, we about the paper

[hook: waka flocka flame]

- cartel mgm lyrics

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