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chicken p - anytime wit us lyrics

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[intro]
ayy
ayy
bust one, n+gga, ayy

[verse]
ayy, i told bro’nem ‘fore we hit the road, hide the bl!cks
i’m off a whole bunch of weed and a whole lotta tris, huh
i can feel the perc’ kickin’ in, yeah, i’m itchin’
every month, titi connie give me her prescription
ayy, high class dope dealin’, servin’ fiends in my rickies
i know a junkie named jc, he bring every penny
i’m with a fine bougie rap b+tch talkin’ spicy
like, “b+tch, make macaroni with the catfish,” she like, “n+gga, say it nicely”
b00boo slidin’ down my pants leg, i been sh+ttin’ hard as f+ck
i’m in the kitchen cookin’ middle of the summer, cold+startin’ the truck
four grams in the strawberry leaf, i’m finna spark it up
got twenty g’s on me, ‘sace drawers saggin’ hard as f+ck
durango full of fiends testin’ drop, this a party bus
brrrt, a hundred+fifty shots’ll turn your car to dust, huh
one more fake perc’, boy, your heart’ll bust
i just bought two pints of tris, i could’ve bought some buffs
i don’t need no stylist, i be pickin’ this sh+t out
got a pocket full of thousands, gotta wiggle this sh+t out
like, baby, swallow for me, ain’t no spittin’ this sh+t out
she say she love me, i don’t know, i’m tryna figure this b+tch out
i’m a hot n+gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, the fetty turned me up
i told my teacher i’d get rich, that b+tch wrote me up
i lost trey and i was sick, that sh+t broke me up
fell asleep and had a dream i died broke, that sh+t woke me up
pyrex, i need a press, digi’ scale, and some baggies
cook a whole half a uh while i was talkin’ to patty
i was thinkin’ ’bout the times i got stabbed in my back
outside the club in the sleeve droppin’ ash in the back
i’m stampin’ out in bal harbour, throwin’ bags in the back
couldn’t believe it’s really me, she had an asthma attack
she couldn’t believe it’s really me, this b+tch been dyin’ to f+ck
i rock the lanvins, how i rock ’em, i don’t be tyin’ ’em up
if you ain’t down to shoot your gun, you ain’t ridin’ with us
you know this sh+t can go up at any time with us



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