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eddy baker - chicka lyrics

[hook]
i be rolling through the streets
smoking reefer with my chicka (x3)
she’s a really bad b-tch so you know she keep that heater [x2]

[verse 1]
[?] through my quad
stays by my side
stays getting high get the drugs in the ride
b-tch love me like i’m her daddy
i was scaling them grams she was tying up the baggies
probably still love her if her tits got saggy
-ss so fat gotta thank her mammy
she on me and these n-gg-s can’t stand it
had a good guy but she really wanna aban’ it
beat the p-ssy up i done did so much damage
eating good b-tch
sushi
crab legs
cash on her man [?] mob pants
rap shows looking like a f-cking rock band
you might know me didn’t know my flows
i’m up next came straight from a flow
kicked in the door came straight for the dough
trapping like a b-tch started off an old [?]
george jung sh-t everyday we watch blow
bad b-tch on me cause she know i’m gonna blow
bad white chick same color as snow
f-ck what you heard god d-mn it i’m dope
preaching -ss sh-t little n-gg- i’m pope
grinding h-lla hard acting like i’m broke
i’m so high but the high has low
talk sh-t little b-tch then my bro gonna blow
got my drugs all on her nose
healthy boyz all on my clothes
mary jane f-ck all my hoes
never growing up like peter
world is cold so keep a heater
shoutout to my momma citas
no one what to love latinas
man one look just like selena

[hook]

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