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gucci mane - bought a chicken lyrics

“bought a chicken”
(feat. oj da juiceman & wooh da kid)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
everyday is cinemax, every night’s a p-rno
all my n-gg-z gung-ho
animals, congo
shinin’ like a fresh pulled diamond outta frisco
the year’s ’49 and i know everything that bo know
10,000 1017 and i’m ballin’
brick squad brick squad boyz bad hoes callin’
swagger through new orlean, rockin’ wit the live band
rockin’ wit the g, brick squad should be on gangland
bad to the bone, lay my hat, where my home at?
scr-ppin’ told a g i leave my gat where my tone’s at
brick squad mafia dressed in black
ya boyz backin’ off the wall wit bricks and bells
and bikes and lean and cars and all
shinin’ like a french cut diamond like an actor
everyday is cinemax, every night’s a p-rno
gucci mane la flare i know everything that bo know
shinin’ like a fresh pulled diamond outta frisco

[chorus: oj da juiceman]
i just bought a chicken, and it came wit biscuits
our trap is a dry school, call it missin winner
trigger finger lickin’, don’t tolerate no snitches
brick squad trappin’, chickens in our kitchen
chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30
30 rag shawty, tryin’ score a birdie [2x]

[verse 2: oj da juiceman]
chickens go for 30, but my chickens purrdy
n-gg- wit dem low numbers, his chickens so dirty
i keep it 100, my trap do them numbers
cause i keep that super clean, my brick wonder woman
i drop 62 my n-gg-, 63 grams stronger
my trap house go super hard, they love the aroma
i feel like it’s ’95, i still got that hunger
drive through the trap, and my pockets on humongous
brick squad trappin’ got young juiceman wit that money
30 rag chicken, come and spend your money
if you spend that 30, your chickens 100
i pull out my trap, pockets on cuc-mber

[verse 3: wooh da kid]
i’m from q.u. n-gg-
who you n-gg-?
neighborhood buzz wooh da king much bigger
neighborhood thugs you are not no killer
choppa sh-lls beatin’ on your chest like godzilla
affiliated wit gangstas, put the cannon to ya momma
beefin’ wit wooh and get you and ya dj drama
father made a n-gg-, mommy raised a killer
the streets made me bigger i’m that n-gg- behind the trigger
tryna sn-tch the chain off my ceo neck
i’ll get ya jumped, stabbed, shot if you want respect
gucci, juice, wooh don’t f-ck around
chickens go for 30, all the way around

- gucci mane lyrics

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