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bandit - chicken p lyrics

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[intro]
get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t, they don’t understand me
better than my granny, i can help my granny
yeah, ayy
b*tch, i’m really up, ayy
get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t
get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t, huh

[chorus]
i get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t, they ain’t gon’ understand me, huh
you n*ggas broke, i’m really up, go on and add me
i cook better than my granny, richest n*gga in my family
mama asked why i got all these bands on ’cause i’m a bandit

[verse 1]
yeah, cross a n*gga eyes, roll on ’em, i got handles
i don’t lift no weights, b*tch, i use arm & hammer, huh
brrt ’til it jam, i’ma throw it in the the d*mn counter
frrt, bet, broke b*tch can’t get a band out me, huh
i’ma hit that p*ssy good, go tell yo’ friend ’bout me
this gallery, i paid two thousand for some bellbottoms
yo’ salary, i split that sh*t so i could bail out
pints, pot or pounds in my paper, all i care about
probably somewhere in hawaii, bro, quit askin’ ’bout my whereabouts
yeah, i still be sellin’ fire sittin’ in the back of sarah
new pair of cartier, i put ’em on, it look like millhouse
shh, couple million dollars what my deal about
huh, i hit the bank, a couple forms to fill out
this sh*t for real, boy i got some paper they gon’ k!ll ’bout
[chorus]
i get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t, they ain’t gon’ understand me, huh
you n*ggas broke, i’m really up, go on and add me
i cook better than my granny, richest n*gga in my family
mama asked why i got all these bands on ’cause i’m a bandit

[verse 2]
you n*ggas broke, you need a bandage
i take a bad b*tch, enhance her
i got water on, b*tch, i’m a water boy like adam sandler
i’ma still make ’em play a knick like tyson chandler
i can’t vouch for none of these books that i ain’t stepped on, huh
talk nice, she say i get that p*ssy damp, huh
go get the ice, i’ma drop it ’til it melt
yeah, where my sled? watch i slide like a elf
i got fifty on my right, twenty*five in my left hand
run up a whole five hundred thou’ by myself
lil’ p on my side like pootie tang with that belt

[chorus]
i get to talkin’ ’bout this money sh*t, they ain’t gon’ understand me, huh
you n*ggas broke, i’m really up, go on and add me
i cook better than my granny, richest n*gga in my family
mama asked why i got all these bands on ’cause i’m a bandit

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