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chick james - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
huh, i, uh, i change, uh
b*tch, i’m rich as a rich b*tch
uh, b*tch, i’m rich, i am rich, b*tch
i, b*tch, i’ll fly to ric mobbin’, thumpin’
uh, huh
i get in that mode, for real, my n*gga
ayy, i be doin’ this sh*t to the game, n*gga
(tncdontplaywithme)
my n*gga, you know what’s up with us, n*gga, for real

[verse]
bust a brick, baby, i’ma bust a brick, baby (ayy)
you seduce me with no p*ssy, i’ma f*ck my b*tch, baby (i’m cool)
ayy, i know a couple n*ggas broke, ain’t got sh*t, hatin’ (ain’t got sh*t)
i thank allah for this grind, that’s what got me rich, ain’t it? (i thank allah)
every dollar, every dime, i need every cent, baby (i need every dime)
i can’t give up on the gutter, ayy, this gutter sh*t made me (that’s correct)
ain’t no calmin’ lil’ p down, ayy, lil’ brother get crazy (ayy, lil’— uh)
first time i put it down was my big brother 3a (baow)
huh, i told max to go knock scotty down, he right on ea (for real)
huh, i’m in court with all my jewelry on like, “f*ck the da” (f*ck the da)
huh, we back*to*back with scats and tracks, we f*ckin’ up the e*way (skrrt)
i been prayin’ for my brother, i run it up, now he hatin’ (d*mn)
like how that work, n*gga? (how that work, my n*gga?)
i sat back to watch you ball, you had it first, n*gga (you had this sh*t first)
when n*ggas supposed to be your dog, that be the worst feelin’ (that be the worst)
huh, i pray they never play at all ’cause i’ma go k!ll ’em (i’ma go hill ’em)
i’m forever lit, i can’t stand down for no n*gga (yeah, boss up, boss down)
they know what up with us, my n*gga, this sh*t ain’t no riddle (yeah, yeah)
help me run these millions up, my n*gga, and we gon’ split them (we gon’ split ’em)
a n*gga ever play with you, my n*gga, you better go k!ll ’em (go k!ll ’em)
n*ggas always talkin’ ’bout what they want, my n*gga, go get it (go get that sh*t)
huh, yeah, my brother run the red (my brother)
i miss my brother, i poured a tray a ticket to the head (i swear to god, i miss you, brother)
these b*tches ain’t on nothin’, i swear to god, these b*tches lame (these b*tches lame)
i’m runnin’ off these drugs, i pop a tesla, board my plane
they wanted smoke, them n*ggas died, just don’t say my name (hmm)
mia, i’m in the sky on a paper plane (yeah)
huh, if you ever catch me cryin’, it’s ’cause sh*t ain’t the same (it ain’t the same)
i was broke, but i’m rich now, so i can’t complain
hmm, yeah, i’m rich, b*tch, yeah, i’m chick james (i’m rich, b*tch)
a thousand ‘bows of mary jane just like rick james (yeah, yeah)
fifty*two thousand for this watch and this b*tch plain (plain)
h*llcat, hear this b*tch growling when i switch lanes (skrrt)
[outro]
n*gga

- chicken p lyrics

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