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team eastside lil p - mo chicken, mo problems lyrics

[verse 1: babyface ray]
n+ggas spread rumors like it’s poison
had to smarten up, still living through my choices
heard they called [?] they can’t avoid us
couldn’t buy the b+tch a bag, had to buy that b+tch [?]
all this rap money, feeling corprit
i still go to [?] with them oranges
leave it on her face, ’cause she gorgeous
in the parking lot, [?] blues, we have [?]
lose some, win some, that’s just what it is
[?] shirt, [?] jeans, ’bout to run and live
chewing perks, spilling drank [?] gucci [?]
i’ll f+ck up a n+gga stash, you can’t lose a ten
tell the baddest b+tch in the club twerk some
she f+cking first night, ’cause i’m worth some
she gon’ f+ck mе first night, ’cause i’m turnt up
you can pour it out the pint, when thеm [?] come

[verse 2: peezy]
ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty, fourty
miscounted 50 racks, i had to count it over
sixty thousand for the watch, i know you can’t aford it
i can’t even lie, gary got me feeling real important
rose gold everything, this for my n+gga [?]
take the [?] off the pint, drop it in the soda
take the panties off your wife, and tell the b+tch bend over
i ain’t need a perkaset, i hit the ho when i was sober
thirty racks the long way, it make it hard to fold it
leave the mall dragging bags, think i broke my shoulder
leave the mall diriving fast in that new rover
police might as well not get behind me, i ain’t pulling over
hit your b+tch and do her [?] my heart the coldest
62 to 120, tht’s a bunch of [?]
say them n+ggas getting money, i ain’t even notice
how the f+ck you carey round a strap and it ain’t even loaded?
[verse 3: team eastside lil p]
mo chicken, mo problems
speeding in the h+llcat, acting so childish
[?] t, [?] sneaks, i don’t need a stylest
[?] streets, i ain’t do no college
[?] pouring out that pint, f+ck a baby bottle
used to f+ck hood rats, now i f+ck models
used to tuck orange peals for a couple dollars
you never been in a h+llcat, let me hit the throttle
you know i keep [?] like a new york nick
spot bumping 25’s, we don’t sell no nicks
i ain’t jumping on [?] i’ma send your b+tch
you wouldn’t believe what i spent on my new ice kit
you wouldn’t believe what i spent on my re+up
if it ain’t a cookie wood, put that weed up
b+tches wanna f+ck, n+ggas wanna be us
ghetto boys, we the goats, y’all can’t see us
b+tch

- team eastside lil p lyrics

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