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team eastside lil p - chicken run 2 lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
hating on me, still get your b+tch f+cked
[?] next summer come in benz trucks
gary payton 20, you n+ggas still smoking fake runts
my lil b+tch, she use her mouth, she don’t say much
n+ggas g+y, i make more big plays than slay
all my b+tches slay, all my n+ggas bust the k
b+tch, i’m master p, ain’t no limit with this pape
sold dimes, i made a way, push [?] out of state

[verse 2 ?]
yeah off white the kicks, n+gga, off white the fit
how ironic, ’cause a n+gga off white [?]
selling [?] b+tch that [?] like a [?]
i don’t trust dawg, ’cause he talk like the pigs
i ain’t have no choice, i had to run it up
thumbing through the hundred, looking like i’m ’bout to bust a nut
this presidential on, but i don’t f+ck with donald trump
got a l!ck [?] is you down or what?

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
sh+t gucci, like i f+ck around with pump
gеt your p+ssy ass shot up, tryna f+ck around and front
smoking pain, i might f+ck around with runts
n+ggas calling me for drank, he gon’ f+ck around, get cut
told that b+tch that i can’t f+ck without no mеdison
we gon’ pour it up, don’t give a f+ck about your measurements
ghetto boy, but i’m f+cking round with [?]
p+ssy n+gga dissing, we gon’ f+ck around and dammage him
by [?] before he exiting
roley on my arm, this b+tch light up like it’s edison
[verse 4 ?]
when it come to whipping work, i’m a motherf+cking veteran
they pat a n+gga down, but i still got that metal in
we can slide down, you know what’s up with me
i’ll f+ck your sister and your cousin, ain’t no cuffing me
walked out [?] i’m with the f+ckery
i run off on my cousin, ain’t no love in me
yellow trackhalk, black feet, it’s a bumble bee
[?] p like [?] throwing up the b
buffs on my face, i’m a crip, i support the c
b+tch sucked the calone off my d+ck, power of [?]

[verse 5: icewear vezzo]
watch me power up
i’ll wet a p+ssy n+gga crib for an hour up
i just flew to cali with the crips, got a power plug
a.p. on my wrist, wet as f+ck like a sour slush
big chop on my neck, ready to drop some
i don’t hang with no n+gga if he ain’t drop nothing
couldn’t sell the fnn, ’cause it got opps on it
n+ggas can’t keep up in the streets, [?] cops on us
yeah, pour the pop on it
i just told a junky buying acie, and threw wok on it
ride through the city in the lack, but i got drop money
he was playing games with that dough, and got a hot [?]

- team eastside lil p lyrics

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