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wizz havinn - popeyes chicken lyrics

[intro]
yeah
n+gga, uh (known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, bah)
the f+ck? (n+gga, uh)

[chorus]
n+gga, i get money (yeah), i f+ck b+tches (i f+ck b+tches)
i pop sh+t (i pop sh+t), n+gga, i be livin’ (ah)
i be in the trenches (yeah) cookin’ up, uh, n+gga, cookin’ up whitney (cookin’ up whitney)
what the f+ck? uh, i’m like, “what the f+ck is it?” (i’m like, “what the f+ck is it?”)
n+ggas steady hatin’, i just mind my business (i just mind my business)
lost the top on the coupe, i can’t find my ceiling (i can’t find my ceiling)
b+tch, i’m runnin’ up the loot, i got popeyes chicken (yeah)

[verse]
i talk cash (cash), n+gga, i pop tags (yeah)
i been on some other sh+t, got me deep off in my bag (deep off in my bag)
pull up in that one sh+t, it got two hundred on thе dash (skrrt)
i ain’t got no d+mn choice but drive that motherf+ckеr fast (ha)
i’m on young turnt sh+t (yeah), you be on some burnt sh+t (n+gga)
i got all my motherf+ckin’ jewelry on, i earned it (i earned it)
b+tch, i’m still servin’, big body swervin’ (skrrt)
i’m havin’ f+ckin’ cheese, these n+ggas pockets hurtin’, yeah (yeah)

- wizz havinn lyrics

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