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talihendrix - jj's chicken lyrics

jj’s chicken lyrics
[intro]
in that cat going fast
yeah, i ball on these n+ggas, not talking steve nash
if you give me that pack then you know i won’t crash out
to the paper, want the fast route
yeah

[chorus]
walk in the spot, my shoes maison margiela
i ran up them racks on a whole ‘nother level (yeah)
these n+ggas’ pockets broke, light like some feathers
you know i be grinding no matter the weather
in that cat going fast
yeah, i ball on these n+ggas, not talking steve nash
if you give me that pack thеn you know i won’t crash out
to the paper, want the fast routе

[verse]
to the paper, want the fast route
in the cat, yeah, i’m doing the dash now (yeah)
we on the way to that bag
jj’s fish & chicken, know i’m gon’ drag
these n+ggas biting drip, i guess i’m their dad (yeah)
i keep the stick in my bag
run up on me, we gon’ take out the trash
thumbing through the hundreds gave me a rash
he a crash dummy, know he gon’ crash (yeah)
say he want a feature, we do the math
i’m high as f+ck, i feel like i’m a giraffe
these b+tches come through, i’m not paying their tab (yeah)
he don’t got no whip, that boy taking a cab
i got them racks by myself
i pull out the money, hide it in a shelf
you not talking ’bout no money, then i’m going deaf
don’t need a team, i’m winning by myself
[chorus]
walk in the spot, my shoes maison margiela
i ran up them racks on a whole ‘nother level
these n+ggas’ pockets broke, light like some feathers
you know i be grinding no matter the weather
in that cat going fast
yeah, i ball on these n+ggas, not talking steve nash
if you give me that pack then you know i won’t crash out
to the paper, want the fast route

[outro]
we on the way to that bag
jj’s fish & chicken, know i’m gon’ drag
these n+ggas biting drip, i guess i’m their dad (yeah)
i keep the stick in my bag
run up on me, we gon’ take out the trash
thumbing through the hundreds gave me a rash
he a crash dummy, know he gon’ crash (yeah)
say he want a feature, we do the math
i’m high as f+ck, i feel like i’m a giraffe
these b+tches come through, i’m not paying their tab (yeah)
he don’t got no whip, that boy taking a cab
i got them racks by myself
i pull out the money, hide it in a shelf
you not talking ’bout no money, then i’m going deaf
don’t need a team, i’m winning by myself
walk in the spot, my shoes maison margiela
i ran up them…

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