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chicken p - rich nigga timin lyrics

[intro]
(nito, what up, my n+gga?)
(oh sh+t, you ain’t got no grabba?)
buss one
(nito)

[verse 1]
twenty each pocket, that’s a forty
i don’t even wanna tell you how much i spent sippin’ morty
if i want her, i’ma get her, i can’t let no bad b+tch ignore me
i was broke jumpin’ off the porch, now we back to back in porsches
ayy, bro, i need a stable, all these horses
broke+ass boy, don’t make me force it
i’ll spend some more, then spend some more pape’
my spanish plug tell me call him jorge
huh, jesse got fifty, he finna dope base
you say you like my pimpin’, make a donation
forever lit, b+tch, we the biggest in whole nation
really rich, ball on sh+t just like the old lakers
i’m from the east, but on the west i made the most paper
your broke ass ain’t got no paper

[chorus]
i just signed a deal, but i was rich ‘fore i signed it
i do rich+n+gga sh+t, i be on rich+n+gga timin’
three b+tches in the benz coupe, i made ’em pile in
took ’em to the middle of the water, made ’em dive in
i just signed a deal, but i was rich ‘fore i signed it
rich+n+gga sh+t, i be on rich+n+gga timin’
huh, you only live once, you can’t die again
i’m really havin’, i ain’t bought sh+t i can’t buy again
[verse 2]
if i bought it once, my n+gga, i could buy it twice
this a pineapple fanta, i don’t do the sprite
i got water on my neck, my sh+t like an icicle
leave you fightin’ for your life, i ain’t finna fight with you
i’m too busy countin’ paper, i ain’t finna type with you
i ain’t gon’ tax you for that work, that’s only if i’m tight with you
baby, if that p+ssy tight, i’ma spend the night with you
i told my brother, “bring the ice, i’m finna pour this pint with you”
i’m really livin’, every corner in the city, i done been through
them weak+ass hoes you think bad, i done spinned through
that light+ass sh+t in your stash, i done spent it
i ain’t takin’ sh+t back, boy, i said it and i meant it
i did that sh+t soon as i said it, that’s the difference
them lil’+ass stones in your bezel, my sh+t different
he called me for a book at 11, i was whippin’
11:50, i was walkin’ out the door with a chicken, huh

- chicken p lyrics

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