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chicken p - touchdown lyrics

[intro]
ayy (kaio)
huh, bust one (fuelz got that heat)
ayy
ayy
huh

[chorus]
my b+tch daddy asked my b+tch, “where you find this n+gga?”
i be thinkin’ they forgot, let me remind these n+ggas
n+gga, f+ck what n+ggas said, i be done signed these n+ggas
i’m really rich, i ain’t broke no more, i’m really rich
gas station bops hitch, they askin’ me for pictures

[verse]
ayy, when i was young growin’ up, i thought it was gon’ be different
i always wanted to be a doctor, i ended up a dealer
boy or girl? or you want both? i’m mixin’ up the genders
i found some bricks and bundled up, i’m ready for decеmber
i’m ready for the summеr
i’ma take these n+ggas out before they take me under
i could make it thunder
give me (shh) for these bowls, i be makin’ numbers
i want every single one of ’em, just say the number
turn the camera on, let me show ’em how i’m livin’
turn the camera on, let me show ’em how i’m livin’
turn the camera on, let me show ’em how—, ayy
turn the camera on, let me show ’em how i did it
really rich like bmf, we bring that work to yo’ city
pineapple fanta, sippin’ syrup in yo’ city
(frrt) i just tied up another fifty
newbie thirty’s on my pedal, i got junkies at the window
i’m a big timer, baby, i’m like stunna to you n+ggas, ayy
n+ggas switched sides, i put that stutter on my pistol
it’s my day ones around me, my bruddas and my b+tches
ayy, i know a couple n+ggas made a hundred out the blender
i just made six g’s, throwed a hundred out the window
my son caught me cookin’, i lied and said i’m makin’ dinner
it take chance after chance, that sh+t right there, go make a winner
i was poppin’ perks in jail, i was high on all my business
i’m the mayor in my city, baby, i’m the politician
you be done went blind, you can’t see this type of vision
my n+ggas stay in line, i can’t see my sniper missin’
bust one, take a brick and bust it open
take a bowl and bust it open
take a band and bust it open
take a pint and bust it open
they wrap them books real tight, i take a knife and cut ’em open
i hit the b+tch all night, that p+ssy tight, i bust her open
[chorus]
my b+tch daddy asked my b+tch, “where you find this n+gga?”
i be thinkin’ they forgot, let me remind these n+ggas
n+gga, f+ck what n+ggas said, i be done signed these n+ggas
i’m really rich, i ain’t broke no more, i’m really rich
gas station bops hitch, they askin’ me for pictures

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