jito - fried chicken lyrics
[intro: walter smith]
i’m f-cking devastated, tori, what do you think that i am? i just can’t believe it
i warned you
[hook: jito]
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
[verse 1: jito]
yeah you keep talking sh-t i just can’t understand
when both of your b-tches just be my biggest of fans
yeah you claim to be bout it it’s like your only defense
when i hustle in streets, you be on games with your friends
yeah you can get p-ssy and it can’t be clearer
but all along you had it you gotta look in the mirror
tryna cop all my swag and they still leave it delivered
so you down all the tylenol tryna f-ck up your liver
i stay posted little b-tch, come and give me a visit
while you be hiding inside your b-tch gave me her digits
f-cking midget 5’8
pipe down you not high
burn motherf-cker you deserve to die
talking bout you getting money but it’s funny to me
all you b-tches living bummy while you f-cking with me
f-cking your piece, in her tummy got her nut all on me
she fell in love with the don got her f-cking head over feet
[hook: jito]
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
[verse 2: ky kidd]
yeah i’m looking like a model while you looking like mclovin
everytime i f-cking talk i got you hotter than an oven
taking pictures with your thot, yeah i’m clapping on her cheeks
i f-cked her in one day when yall been talking for three weeks
yeah you claiming that your hard but you crying like a b-tch
yeah your camel toe is showing so i might just call you sis
boy your so d-mn ugly your hard to f-cking look at
i don’t have that problem cuz your girl thinks i’m a whole snack hoe
i’m six foot three yeah your looking up to me
hoe you got no abs but your gonna break my t–th
yeah i thinks that’s really funny yeah your face is looking musty
you say you f-ck these b-tches but your ex said your d-ck bummy
yeah you never pulled up, why you talking like your hot
is it maybe cuz i f-cked up on your ex and f-cked your thot
is it maybe cuz you get no p-ssy so you f-ck these dogs
is it maybe cuz you vaping s-m-n, c-m all in your lungs b-tch
[hook: jito]
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
when you see me in the streets little b-tch you better run up
talking all that sh-t little boy you need to shut up
talking off the internet about to get you dug up
f-cking with the mob, diy, and i’m the shotta
[outro: walter smith]
i tried to talk to them about it, i’m a fruit cake
in real life i’d probably kil- i’d probably knock their t–th in
i just ignore them, they’re just very,childish
and very, very, immature, ya know so, what can you do?
i don’t even know what to say to you
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