chronic dro – cluckheads lyrics
cluckheads
[verse 1: chronic dro]
well it was two in the morning, the moon was shinning
roaches in my pocket were biting
then rose my eyelids, the sight was so frightening
b-tter faces looking, how surprising
if their thighs were a meal they’d be super sized
not the one to take out in a suit and tie
the way some guys try, just push through and lie
but not i, i know she’s not the best buy
gotta keep it low key i smoke the best fly
only thing i toke with them is a’ight
if she’s smokin’ squares it’s out the door, buh-bye
it’s a man’s world, have to survive
if you treat them well they’ll be sleeping beside
wake up to see she’s got the bug bites
now sit tight, take in your very short life
these cluck heads ain’t my type
(hook)
you put a spell on them baby
but not on me, oh no
you get by being pretty lazy
but not ’round here, oh no
no, no, no
[verse 2: chronic dro]
most nights i see p-ssy sold out it the streets
i don’t judge, they simply make ends meet
rather hoes pimpin’ h-rny men, have the cash speak
well this is what i say, i can beat my own meat
that head of yours put me to sleep
seems like the only thing running is that mouth
respond with a backhand, straight from the south
can’t be out and about without cash amounts
how the f-ck she want that?
i don’t even have a strap to shoot out of bounds
doubt you can count these bills, account balance zero
not everyone got funds to play super hero
saving all this p-ssy with some dinero, sh-t
no time in the world could afford me that
who needs cool cats when you got a stink sack
cluck heads ain’t my type, i feel that
(hook)
you put a spell on them baby
but not on me, oh no
you get by being pretty lazy
but not ’round here, oh no
no, no, no
[verse 3: chronic dro]
i’ve been biting at nips, the ones with the br–sts
but being a cluck head ain’t exclusive to one s-x
double cross mutumbo, oh h-ll no
no question, catch lead to the chest bro
winning with my siblings, i see things
read you like a pop up book that’s breathing
no i do not believe a word you’re speaking
p-ssing judgement like a sunday pastor preaching
most the bandwagon waiting for my bank to ching-ching
but i spent my money getting asian eyes like ling ling
praise be the sh-t i’ve had to live through
to “no i won’t kiss you”, to “eat my pink cl-t too”
you know most men never think through
i sort it out in my temple, fixing it simple
same story every day, any time, day or night
ain’t no cluck head ever be my type
(hook)(2x)
you put a spell on them baby
but not on me, oh no
you get by being pretty lazy
but not ’round here, oh no
no, no, no
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