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sam avry & storm sounds - chicken wings lyrics

[intro: bigbabygucci]
(big ole’ ass just like two basketb+lls, come and bring that here)
(i be watchin’ all they movement, see through they cellophane)

[chorus: bigbabygucci]
big ole’ ass just like two basketb+lls, come and bring that here
fans they knockin’ at that trap, how do i tell em’ i’m not there
hope you f+ckin’ close your ears when they say that sh+t about em’
i be sleepin’ with my reaver, hold up, don’t be weird about it
i be watchin’ all they movement, see through they cellophane
all my opps thеy get fried hard, like thеy some chicken wings
wait, who the f+ck you foolin’? boy, i know you ain’t sippin’ drank
mad dog, .44 gon’ hit him one time, knock him out like tank

[verse: sam avry]
2+2+20 blunts to the face, b+tch, i’m high as f+ck
2+0+2+5, all my brothers eatin’, b+tch, we goin’ up
i remember askin’ bro for money like a f+ckin’ bum
now i’m countin’ up with bbg, sh+t gave me green thumb
but ay, i’m chasin’ chicken that kentucky fried
so many snow bunnies in here, thank god i brought the white
cause they some fiends put that sh+t like pour another line
actually, b+tch, i’ma take that 8+ball to myself this time
how you movin’ yeah, you think you sly
just wait till i call up the guys
i cannot f+ck with a friend b+tch or a lame hoe, they gon’ switch on the dime
d+mn, this snot been leaking out of my nose, some nickelodeon slime
that’s the name of my homie too, yeah, we stay callin’ him jesus christ
d+mn
lots of acid, plenty drugs, and big ol’ pipes
way that sl+t been bmxin’ my d+ck, that’s what i like
that’s what i like, huh
choppin’ up somethin’ slight
all the opps on some chicken sh+t, lil’ b+tch, watch em’ get fried
[chorus: bigbabygucci, sam avry, both]
big ole’ ass just like two basketb+lls, come and bring that here (come bring that here)
fans they knockin’ at that trap, how do i tell em’ i’m not there
hope you f+ckin’ close your ears when they say that sh+t about em’
i be sleepin’ with my reaver, hold up, don’t be weird about it
i be watchin’ all they movement, see through they cellophane
all my opps they get fried hard, like they some chicken wings
wait, who the f+ck you foolin’? boy, i know you ain’t sippin’ drank
mad dog, .44 gon’ hit him one time, knock him out like tank

[outro: sam avry]
(they gon’ knock him out like, ay)
(knock him out like+)
(they gon’ knock him out like tank)
(oh whoa+oh+oh)

- sam avry storm sounds lyrics

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