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wrld tour mafia - chicken tender lyrics

[intro]
tour

[chorus]
you can only pull these b+tches, boy, we know the truth
can’t let a n+gga trick me out the streets, got too much to [?]
yeah, i’m still puttin’ work in, dub in my raw boots
i wake up doin’ what i want, you doin’ what they told you to
sh+t crazy, they can’t f+ck with us but over loose
so thankful to have a way with words, get money from it
they thinkin’, i’m talkin’ top dollar if i bring to ’em
i’m checkin’ in his pockets for they b+tches to see a f+ckin’ tender

[verse 1]
my b+tch put me on the d+mn fleet bead, solid, you the winner
these n+ggas gettin’ money suddenly, huh?
you see the odds stacked against you, watch me double it down
my name hold weight, real n+ggas only around
i usеd to shoot jumpshots, she wanna f+ck on me now
i can’t evеn be surprised, that’s just how this sh+t been goin’ lately
got it out the mud, now i’m turnt like a nepho baby
right pocket blue, left pink, b+tches segregated
i keep the mic close like my heart, never separatin’
b+tch want me to trick, tryna grab the system mercedes
ever since i weed out the snakes, i’ve been doin’ better
lord knows how hard that these n+ggas no matter what they sayin’
pockets filled, bottega kicks look like super saiyan
these n+ggas cross states suddenly, huh?
i heard he on some new sh+t, they thought they fearin’ me out
pullin’ tens i had buried, thought this sh+t was a drought
[chorus]
you can only pull these b+tches, boy, we know the truth
can’t let a n+gga trick me out the streets, got too much to [?]
yeah, i’m still puttin’ work in, dub in my raw boots
i wake up doin’ what i want, you doin’ what they told you to
sh+t crazy, they can’t f+ck with us but over loose
so thankful to have a way with words, get money from it
they thinkin’, i’m talkin’ top dollar if i bring to ’em
i’m checkin’ in his pockets for they b+tches to see a f+ckin’ tender

[verse 2]
four hundred miles away, i’m here until november
my young n+ggas wanna eat, yeah, i’ma f+ckin’ let ’em
if i tell ’em that’s a fool, they gon’ come and stretch him
a thousand ‘bows on this plane, prayin’ they don’t catch ’em
i looked up in the sky like i need the [?]
i tell od look good, this sh+t gettin’ better
now we can hit ace of spades and go change the weather
he put a tracker on his b+tch, put her on a tether
he get a lil’ more money, watch the b+tch get wetter
send a n+gga up, now he all his friends hatter
just did 30 in the 10, rip braid cheddar
we need ten m’s a bad or we’d never settle
f+ck security, i’m gettin’ in with the metal
you know the rules, you see 12, foot on the pedal
take a b+tch on tour, she ain’t never traveled
now she in the store gettin’ giffies like a rapper
[chorus]
you can only pull these b+tches, boy, we know the truth
can’t let a n+gga trick me out the streets, got too much to [?]
yeah, i’m still puttin’ work in, dub in my raw boots
i wake up doin’ what i want, you doin’ what they told you to
sh+t crazy, they can’t f+ck with us but over loose
so thankful to have a way with words, get money from it
they thinkin’, i’m talkin’ top dollar if i bring to ’em
i’m checkin’ in his pockets for they b+tches to see a f+ckin’ tender

- wrld tour mafia lyrics

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