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chicken - 50wrld lyrics

[intro]
50
50
(and i got the yayo)

[chorus]
i don’t want mcdonald’s, b*tch, i came in for the chicken*chicken (yeah)
i ain’t come to chill, ain’t ’bout money, then i’m missin’ (dough)
f*ckin’ on your b*tch, that’s the one you been missin’, uh (uh)
talkin’ ’bout some hoes (uh, uh), lil’ n*gga (yeah), we got plenty of ’em (ayy, ayy)
talk ’bout one*on*ones? (what?) h*ll nah, i got that stick on me (yeah)
she see me for chin sh*ll (huh), yeah, n*gga, i got your b*tch on me (yeah)
faces in my pocket, uh (ayy), walk sandler (d*mn)
every day a n*gga eatin’ (ayy, yeah), i can’t be bunny (ayy, yeah)
[verse 1]
i just made a play in they hood (huh, yeah), they ain’t out, yeah (where they at?)
they know i’m the plug (uh), i’m just lookin’ for an outlet (where the plug?)
what i spend a day, f*ck it, i’ma make it right back (right back)
he askin’ for a front (uh), yeah, my n*gga, i ain’t write back (i ain’t hit his sh*t, b*tch)
when i pop a ten, i already know that she like that (huh)
like a boxin’ match, when i hit it, it just fight back (bah, bah, bah, bah)
pop out with that glove in my hand like i’m mike jack (yeah)
the one that you love could be gone, you and life whack (yeah)
told my b*tch, “gon’ head, bring your friend, i like to mismatch” (yeah)
forty just gon’ break a n*gga bone like a kit*kat (yeah)
all my n*ggas hungry out this b*tch (huh, uh), where the l!cks at? (huh, yeah)
gotta get this sh*t off my chest like a bench press (ayy, yeah)

[chorus]
i don’t want mcdonald’s, b*tch, i came in for the chicken*chicken (uh, ayy)
i ain’t come to chill, ain’t ’bout money, then i’m missin’ (gone)
f*ckin’ on your b*tch (huh), that’s that one you been missin’, uh (yeah, ayy)
talkin’ ’bout some hoes (yeah), lil’ n*gga, we got plenty of ’em (gang)
talk ’bout one*on*ones? (ayy) h*ll nah, i got that stick on me (bah)
she see me for chin sh*ll (ayy), yeah, n*gga, i got your b*tch on me (yeah)
faces in my pocket, uh (uh), walk sandler (yeah, ayy)
every day a n*gga eatin’ (ayy, yeah), i can’t be bunny (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
’bouta take a trip outta state to go get some ps (ayy)
my n*gga get that sh*t shipped in, we ain’t gotta leave (huh)
all these n*ggas fake as h*ll, we ain’t gotta eat (no cap)
when they get a smell of that sack, then my phone ring (beep, beep, beep)
i just popped a p ten, b*tch, i’m big bustin’ (ayy)
n*ggas got these fires in they hand (bah, bah), don’t know how to bust it (bah, bah)
told that b*tch, “i don’t got no name (ayy), call me mclovin” (no cap)
this n*gga’s almost short, i guess he know his b*tch f*ck me (yeah)
trappin’ day and night (yeah, huh), i bump my head to some kid cudi (ayy, ayy)
she gettin’ mag in this b*tch (ayy, ayy), man, that sh*t ugly (ayy, ayy)
i just play around with that sh*t like i got some puddles (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
talk about some money, then we can be buddy*buddy (yeah)
[chorus]
i don’t want mcdonald’s, b*tch, i came in for the chicken*chicken (no cap)
i ain’t come to chill, ain’t ’bout money (uh, uh), then i’m missin’ (ayy, ayy)
f*ckin’ on your b*tch (uh, uh), that’s the one you been missin’, uh (ayy, ayy)
talkin’ ’bout some hoes (ayy, ayy), lil’ n*gga, we got plenty of ’em
talk ’bout one*on*ones? (what?) h*ll nah, i got that stick on me (ayy)
she see me for chin sh*ll (bah, bah, bah, bah), yeah, n*gga, i got your b*tch on me
faces in my pocket, uh (uh), walk sandler (what? what?)
every day a n*gga eatin’ (what? what?), i can’t be bunny (yeah)

[outro]
long live fifty

- 50wrld lyrics

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