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low life rich nigga - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
i look cool? i look cool like this?

[chorus]
ayy, i’m in the back of the benz (you catchin’ that?), i feel like rosa parks (keep that)
thirty on me now, 200k in the apartment (yeah, you hear that?)
mm, back to back in black trucks, bulletproof, they all armored
bussone forever lit, b*tch, we a small army
we gon’ hit the head, the body fall, f*ck them small targets
ayy, what you n*ggas come to cop? f*ck the small talkin’
i’ll be done made a ten before the mall open
talkin’ flavors, fool, i got like ten and they all dope

[verse]
they lookin’ for the dog like where’s waldo?
i bend the lil’ b*tch over, f*ck her like a dog, don’t i?
applyin’ too much pressure, they wan’ put the laws on us
all this ice, i be done froze, you should’ve let me thaw, homie
hit the kitchen with these bars, but these ain’t for no drawin’, homie
i’m a walkin’ talkin’ brick, look like a brick of raw, don’t i?
they gon’ shoot you in your sh*t once they get that call from you
n*gga, i just made some sh*t that made me change my phone number
hip, hip, hooray, b*tch, i got the dope jumpin’
hmm, just like saint nick, all these ho*hoes on me
ayy, showed up to my show with a bunch of ‘bows on me
my lil’ b*tch at the gate, she askin’ for the code from me
i’m walkin’ out the bank, i’m cashin’ out my old hundreds
i’m havin’ a couple hundred thousand, fool, just tell me what the tab is
baby say i get that p*ssy wet with my adlibs
baby say i get that p*ssy wet every time i walk this bag in
huh, my n*gga, tell me how you wanna do this sh*t
lowlife rich n*gga thuggin’ with the hooligans
lowlife rich n*gga, i’m on tv now like hulu with it
shh, you know them people watchin’, don’t be too specific
a hundred ‘bows in the road in a new pacifica
i’m tired of talkin’ to these n*ggas, how ’bout you go preach to them?
it’s bussone, i’m the biggest, my new kit one*fifty
yeah, stupid*ass n*gga, i done ran my chicken up
[chorus]
ayy, i’m in the back of the benz, i feel like rosa parks
thirty on me now, 200k in the apartment
mm, back to back in black trucks, bulletproof, they all armored
bussone forever lit, b*tch, we a small army
we gon’ hit the head, the body fall, f*ck them small targets
ayy, what you n*ggas come to cop? f*ck the small talkin’
i’ll be done made a ten before the mall open
talkin’ flavors, fool, i got like ten and they all dope

- chicken p lyrics

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