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chicken p - still bout it bout lyrics

i’m still bout it, bout it, like she murderin’ p the k!ller still love me, still’ll get you murdered for free i’ll still take a hundred of them, turn them to three little n+++a in the kitchen, i’m like curry from deep little n+++a with them brickies, i’m like shaq at the line i left school to sell dope, ain’t get no cap or no gown i’ll still f+ck a ig model, pass her around and straight drop, i still got the fiends flaggin’ me down ayy, boy or girl, yeah, i still swervin’ both lanes he shot him in his foot, cause he couldn’t find no more veins the coupе fat, f+ck a bike, i need a boat lane me brokе, that’s like a blind man with no cane the worst thing in the world, a n+++a with no motion if you can’t use your brain, b+tch, use your throat then if you can’t dodge the rain, my n+++a, you gon’ soak then when it’s time to use that jack, you gotta press with both hands this feddy sh+t’ll put you down, we ain’t just wearin’ masks got a couple n++++s robbin’, they just like baskets i ain’t gon’ lie, i just ate, baby, thanks for askin’ let it dry, i’d autoplay the rest and use the napkin if you love her, n+++a, better put her up or you gon’ lose her all these grams, we like two men in a truck, how we move? baby, i just want the cash money like i’m juvie on the road ridin’ with a thick b+tch through chattanooga, i’m on a marathon you poli+sass n++++s on a telethon i can make the benz transform this b+tch like megatron why you think they call me busta brick? i ain’t scared to grind i really live this sh+t, i rap, n+++a, every line and you can catch me by the stove, n+++a, every time you lookin’ for me i’m the chef, ain’t no n+++a cookin’ for me baby, don’t keep lookin’ in my eyes, put that p+ssy on me get your favorite shooter, sit the god, puttin’ the rookie on me all these double gs from my head down to my socks paulist gucci mane, b+tch, i feel like wap they was waitin’ on me to come home, now i’m the trended topic on my way to stash this 40, 000 in the center council ain’t no way around it, i’m knee+deep in this sh+t for askin’ me to sell my lean food, i’m drinkin’ this sh+t fiend said the food fried, put my feet in this sh+t your girlfriend f+ck me better, fool, i’m keepin’ this b+tch everybody bow their heads, i finna get to preachin’ thank god for this paper, i thought i’d never reach it sell them straight drop, once i hit him with the remix clashin’ session, let me show you how to get some free grits i’m back out on bail again, they want a 75 boy, i could’ve bought a benz, god, strike me down if i’m lyin’ b+tch, it’s bus 1, i came a long way from grabbin’ 9 came straight to the o, but i just had bro, now i’m pressin’ 5

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