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pluto yung - chicken fries lyrics

[intro:]
ayy, can i get some chicken fries please?
uh, actually lemme add another chicken fry to that
you know what, can you make that like four chicken fries?

“think your mom would want some? she looked pretty hungry”

hey, shut up!
can you make that five chicken fries? thank you!
(laughs) we eatin’ good!

[chorus:]
come on
come on let’s get higher
i got some chicken fries
got a blunt and a lighter
come on
i’m takin’ you higher
what cha, what cha want?
i’m gonna supply ya
come on

{hook:]
building up my hips n’ thighs
ooh i got him mesmerized
i’m his little cutie pie
i’m his little cutie pie
building up my hips n’ thighs
ooh i got him mesmerized
i’m his little cutie pie
eatin’ up the chicken fries

[verse 1:]
ooh i’m eatin’ good, building up my hips and thighs
hit the hood bk for my chicken fries
flip it three ways, now i’m whippin’ freeways
trippin’ up to bk just to kick it with the guys
ridin’ hotter than that west coast fire
flip a bird to the pork, tags expired
got some water for the chickens sittin’ in the dryer
got some salt and some grease
i pop ’em all in the fryer
c’mon, let’s go
let’s roll ls
groupies hangin’ on me ’cause i do it so well
you ain’t coolin? oh well
i ain’t foolin’ wit y’all
got a story to tell
and i ain’t censor sh+t
if ya girl side+eyein’ then i scissor the b+tch
intuitive
yessir i’m all in the mix
see right through all the phony bs
we light two ls and roll up again
ps—

[chorus:]
come on
come on let’s get higher
i got some chicken fries
got a blunt and a lighter
come on
i’m takin’ you higher
what cha, what cha want?
i’m gonna supply ya
come on

[verse 2:]
sippin’ on that h+town
slammin’ a manhattan
hittin’ on chicanas while i’m dabbin’ on the cali
take ya man down
maybe all the way to bali
chillin’ on my loud while you cray+cray off the molly
rachel, sara, ashley, becky, cara, vicky, holly
they all peepin pluto while i pop up in the party
but i ain’t
for entertainment
‘less ya bought a ticket
bish i gotta pay my rent then stack my papes and kick it
i ain’t mean to be so b+tchy
so b+tchy

i ain’t got enough anandamide
i lost the atoms when my daddy died
and maybe y’all are bad with heights
i roll it up
i light it up
and then i puff it, puff it twice
mama sayin’ she wishes i would quit it
dea man gettin’ in my business
mrs. reagan don’t know why i did it
she probably had a fatass line to be sniffin’
linin’ up b+tches, smoke em all up
come to the back, let’s hotbox the club
need me a snack, on god i’ma munch
and these li’l chickens are looking like lunch

[bridge:]
uh
got him mesmerized
got him mesmerized
got him mesmerized

[pre+chorus:]
come on
come on let’s get higher
i got some chicken fries
got a blunt and a lighter
come on
i’m takin’ you higher
what cha, what cha want?
i’m gonna supply ya
come on

{chorus:]
building up my hips n’ thighs
ooh i got him mesmerized
i’m his little cutie pie
i’m his little cutie pie
building up my hips n’ thighs
ooh i got him mesmerized
i’m his little cutie pie
eatin’ up the chicken fries

(repeat x2)

[outtro:]
come on
i’m takin’ you higher
ooh yeah it’s pluto yung
and i’m spittin’ that fire

- pluto yung lyrics

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