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chicken p - big portion lyrics

[intro]
f+ck, go to the next sh+t
hmm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (mm)
ayy (ayy)

[chorus]
she got me cold in the booth (cold, oh), my ring, watch, and chain on
i put my soul in the booth (chain on), i get to speakin’ pain to ’em (pain)
got my name in his mouth, he sound like a lame, don’t he? (he sound like a lame)
i done got rich than a b+tch, you thought i had changed, didn’t you? (y’all gon’ do it like tay love, mm)

[verse]
i done made a half a— uh, but i’m still the same chicken (i’m still the same chicken)
i just move a lil’ different, i don’t be hittin’ the same b+tches, no (cool)
i just bought my mama a house, remember when she put me out (godd+mn)
i’m famous like that n+gga amos, watch me pull this cookie out
they be like, “frrt, beep, frrt, beep, beep,” tryna add me up (beep)
but we ain’t have enough to get the brick, we had to handy up (had to handy up)
amber bond, candy, candy, i’m in cali’ for a candy up (mm)
fifty jockey in the audi, she was ridin’, pourin’ brandy
hmm, i just parked the charger, i told brodie, “pull the chally up”
hmm, i don’t know what the f+ck i made this month, i gotta tally up (i gotta tally up)
they want ninty+seven thousand for the v, but i want pirelli (i want the truck)
mm, baby said, “what you want with me?” b+tch, i want duck (yeah, f+ck)
duck, goose, come and catch me, watch me run it up
i don’t wanna hear you talkin’ ’bout how you havin’, you just a hundred up (frrt, beep)
this louis fit cost some sh+t, this b+tch one+of+one (this b+tch one+of+one)
mm, and i’m still standin’ on that business, on my mama son (on my mama son)
mm, that new cbs pendant cost a dollar, huh
mm, i got her g+g+gaggin’, she gon’ swallow somethin’ (she gon’—)
we left the club twenty deep, i told him, “follow us” (twenty deep)
bet them hoes do what the f+ck i say, i got my dollars up
mm, i’m the sh+t, i be feelin’ like the sh+t now (bust one)
my chick water, i be feeling like i’m mitch now (bust one)
told the b+tch jump on these planes, i’ma bust her kit for it
huh, ridin’, 45 judge on me like a bench warmer (like a bench warmer)
coach know i ball for real, most these n+ggas bench warmers (bench warmers)
mm, i made 50k this week, i swear to god it’s startin’ to get normal (mm, sh+t)
a n+gga play with me, he dyin’, we ain’t playing sh+t cordial (nah, for real)
n+gga, i’m gettin’ all of mine, and i’m gettin’ a big portion (a big portion)
i’m like, “where the wocky at?” yeah, i miss mortin (where it’s at?)
twnety ‘bow play in ohio out the tenth order (mm)
lately, i been rockin’ rick owens like they just jordan (hold up)
i got a bankroll, all my whips foreign and my b+tch gorgeous (gorgeous, she is)
[chorus]
she got me cold in the booth, my ring, watch, and chain on
i put my soul in the booth, i get to speakin’ pain to ’em
got my name in his mouth, he sound like a lame, don’t he?
i done got rich than a b+tch, you thought i had changed, didn’t you?

- chicken p lyrics

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