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chicken noodle soup - dreezy lyrics

[intro]
808 mafia
yo
what the f-ck is up, man?
you already know this dreezy, we back in this b-tch
and n-gg-s askin’ me stupid sh-t like who my compet-tion
ain’t no f-ckin’ compet-tion
y’all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y’all ain’t on sh-t
shout out my n-gg- southside
that b-tch is gon’ have to come with it, for real
i ain’t even f-ckin’ around no more, look

[verse]
pull in neiman marcus right before i spark it
let the valet park it then i hit chanel (foreigns)
la regardless, all my haters garbage
and they shop at target or they findin’ sales (b-ms)
i’m the new wave, f-ck what you say
got the cross on me like dulce (uh-huh)
i keep a n-gg- with the deuce-deuce
every hundred on me got a blue face (blue face)
bring the ac with the ap (burr)
the type of b-tch a n-gg- can’t keep
got the top down, sittin’ waist deep
i’m like, “can you see me?” they like, “hd” (you see me, ho)
bad b-tches who i f-ck with
the rest, i wouldn’t put sh-t past ’em (at all)
used to want to be a good girl
now i’m finessin’ n-gg-s like a rich pastor
first check i got was like 50k
went and cashed it out and just laid in it (laid in it)
i don’t care where you roll spliffs
we just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (ayy, clean that sh-t up)
made a name but ain’t chase the fame
b-tches trade respect for a paid gimmick (fake -ss ho)
they sent for me so i came with it
compet-tion feelin’ like a game scrimmage (i’m winnin’)
i’m up before the c-ck-a-doodle-doo
at night i make it rain like chicken noodle soup
got your n-gg- jumpin’ through the hula hoops
he gave me top at 2, i told him toodle-loo (bye-bye)
n-gg-s cappin” like they really in the booth
but they just doin’ somethin’ ’cause it’s cool to do
heir to the two, sh-t old to me, it’s probably new to you
i ain’t goin’ back to what i used to do (never)
b-tches hatin’ on me in an uber pool (b-m)
f-ck a n-gg-, man, i’m super cool
brought my sis to la on a friday
monday, she was like, “i flew to school”
they know she my sister so she cool in school
gettin’ money like a jewish dude
n-gg-s switchin’ colors like a rubix cube
all these b-tches switchin’, i’m like, “who is who?” (who the f-ck is these b-tches?)
mani pedi, meet me at the bevy
when we throw money, sh-t look like confetti (money)
shooters hangin’ with me out the chevy
white girl rollin’ doobies like she lil’ debby (ayy, roll that sh-t)
lost a legend, rip to g-dot
smokin’ like a teapot, i can’t wait to rerock (my b-tch)
got a ticket with me like a kiosk
ballin’ like a bi-yotch, flier than a peac-ck
and i’m ready for b-tches to diss me (yeah)
got that new-new, i ain’t talkin’ nipsey (yeah)
takin’ shots, you was already tipsy (p-ssy)
still finessin’ the game like a gypsy
still rockin’ timberlands like i’m missy (i be rockin’ that sh-t)
it get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy
pockets on full but my feelings is empty (no hard feelings)

- dreezy lyrics

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