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chicken member - 1900rugrat lyrics

[intro: 1900rugrat & babytron]
ah*ah, ah*ah*na*na*na*na (nyah)
this b*tch sound like, uh, disco james bond
like, like, god d*mn, like, like this b*tch’ll be gas on austin powers
but they gotta let me play austin powers ([?])
on jesus christ (what he say?)
yeah, get groovy

[verse 1: 1900rugrat]
bend that ass up, bit’, i’m tryna break sumn
grabbing on her hair f*cking up her lace front (come here)
beat her down ’til the day done
my b*tch got a purple glock look just like a ray gun (yeah)
i just wan’ see how you moving (i do)
bad b*tch with a whole lotta booty (lemme see it)
brown skin and she got ’bout four kids (come here)
the way it moving, i can’t focus
i got too much money on me (on me)
can’t bе mad that you f*cked my homie (uh*uh)
whole timе i done passed to the brodie (come here)
you would think i was a alcoholic, staying with a 40
huh, uh*uh*uh, uh*uh*uh, huh
hold on baby, do that lil’ sh*t i like, huh, huh
come here, (yeah, come here) come here, (d*mn) come here
this b*tch too thick, huh, i’m off two drugs (two drugs)
big 4*5 came with thirty*two slugs (thirty*two slugs)
he talk online, he ain’t finna do nun’ (do nun’)
f*ck yo’ pull up, better go and [?] sumn
uh, uh*uh*uh*uh*uh*uh
busting off the x’, i need sumn to chew on
smoke a 35 while i’m getting chewed on (yeah)
the bear starting at you, boy, you bet’ not move wrong (boom, boom)
huh*huh, really i’m the— huh*huh*huh*huh*huh*huh*huh
really i’m the freshest in the club, huh
i walked in, i ain’t gotta spend nun’ (at all)
i make a twenty every time i have fun
two thick black hoes tryna make a oreo
flipped him out the nest, child that’s just how the story go (yup)
all my haters softer than a b*tch like i’m promoting them (yeah)
think this b*tch a nympho, she h*rny every morning (yeah)
i’m married to my glock just like holy matrimony (yeah)
huh, huh, wake up, give this b*tch a kiss (yeah)
huh, huh, 36 on my wrist
i know they mad as h*ll how a cracker throwing fits
we throwing 5.56’s, p*ssy, we ain’t throwing fists (what else?)
they wasn’t know me, now they saying they knowing me (yeah)
caught a opp in public, take off with the groceries
i’m cautious just like bean, swear they ain’t holding me (boom, boom*boom, boom*boom)
i’m on my kobe sh*t, b*tch, who want kobe beef?
the chrome cost twenty, this a holy piece (twenty)
perc in some lean, i call that a holy three
i know they want me quiet, better put a hole in me, huh (shh)
talking on my dead brothers, riding four deep and it’s only me, (and it’s only me, mm*mm) huh
talking on my dead brothers, riding four deep and it’s only me, (and it’s only me, mm*mm) yeah, huh
with a big ‘k right up under seat, huh (under seat)
b*tch so bad spent a twenty on a tee (spent a twenty on a tee)
know the opp mad, see me right up on the tv (right up on the t’)
whole gang getting cheese, sumn’ like cicis (sumn like)
yeah, ate by ee, grabbing on my vv’s (on my)
big ass load, turn the truck to three seat (to a three)
f*cked too many hoes now it burning when i pee*pee (when i pee*pee)
choppa sit ya’ ass down, call the bit’ [?]
come again, baby gonna bring a friend, that’s a three piece (yeah)
my main ho wanna swipe a ho, she tryna get a cv (yeah)
in a hotbox, can’t see, wondering like stevie (yeah)
told them all i’m finna get us out but they ain’t believe me (huh?)
only one believed me, was lil’ [?] ‘nem (yeah)
b*tch i’m in here with my brothers, ain’t no new friends (yeah)
cut the envy out my circle, ain’t no loose ends (ain’t no loose ends)
when you switch, you been a opp, i don’t lose friends
[verse 2: babytron]
sipping drank pinkie up like i’m dr. evil
arguing with the cops, i thought props was legal? (what?)
i’ll slide movie clip then come drop a sequel (bow)
it’s just me and rugrat, no, that’s not the beatles (i swear)
i75, i’m down in florida off a twenty sumn hour drive
and i ain’t even tired (ayy)
please don’t ask why the guys ain’t decide to fly (nroom)
we’ll end a lot, it’s buns on the fye
oh, boo, you ain’t got bbl, it’s cool, let me see if it can move tho’, show me what you do
oh, you ain’t signing nda’s? then you ain’t getting through
it ain’t no diddy party, it’s a sh*tty party (sh*tty party)
twenty thousand on the buffs, these is sh*tty carti’s (these is)
if militia come light, that’s the mini army (pltt)
let me catch a opp tryna go get some charlie’s (man)
i’ma drop the sak’s bag, like let’s go get it started (let’s get it started)
i’m in the yams but my ho got the mac and cheese
salmon and lamb, you vip up at applebee’s (d*mn)
all this south beach, i might just go [traffic keys?] (yeah)
on ocean drive blowing zayga, i look j*panese (phew)
but i speak trapanese (phew)
not a bit of capanese (phew)
every whip bp, back to back in v’s
it’s probably 6*7 straps in the back with beann (bltt)
five of ’em got— (fltt) four attached with beams
what’s up with the chat? this ain’t gpt (stop)
yeah, this ain’t that, this ain’t a livestream
why you tryna beef with me? call up dte (why?)
it ain’t my fault you can’t go and pay yo’ lights, dweeb (dweeb)
you would go and hit a ho with zero hygiene (eww)
i’m light*years ahead, zero hypebeast (d*mn)
my health bar d*mn near zero tryna fight sleep (sh*t)
yo’ debit card close to zero, whole life cheap (sh*t)
seven chains (sh*t), six watches (what?)
tris’ popping, (what?) my wrist modded (d*mn)
rolling up, boy, i twist toxins (phew)
michigan around them palm trees, i’m feeling like a flint tropic (feeling like a flint tropic)
my life needs a movie, call up james franco
don’t put yo’ hands on that pop, boy, that’s james faygo
don’t put yo’ hands on that chop, boy, that’s james draco (bltt*ow)
armed and dangerous, the f*ck i’m finna stay safe for? (bltt*ow)
it’s a cold world and that’s the hard truth (huh)
someone kick him out the stu’, he tryna spark boof (what the f*ck)
i don’t fishbowl, i gotta have the shark view
having a heart through, the fit chrome tho’ (immaculate)
i’m finna take a flight west when them bowls grow (cali way)
pinocchio, you ain’t just see his nose grow? (huh?)
presi’ on, i’ll come reverend rose gold (sh*t)
i was cracking cards, teachers thought i sold dope (bow)
dude a burger, matter a fact he a chicken tender (tender)
so much dog sh*t you’d think i had a chicken vendor (vendor)
i think yo’ b*tch wanna roll with the chicken spenders (spenders)
you getting grown, it’s time for you to get your sh*t together (go and get yo’ sh*t)
i can’t even play the coach, sh*t, it’s pistol weather (bow, bow)
but i might do the take a backpack with the vector (bow, bow)
just left from my ese’s, i ran a skit with hector (yeah)
you gotta leave if you don’t got a switch or better (d*mn)
you gotta leave if you don’t got a m or better
she gotta leave if she don’t got some head or better (godd*mn)
she won’t be seen with me if she ain’t a ten or better (won’t be seen)
what we sell is measure, we only selling pressure
if you talk less, you hear more (listen)
and if you hear more, you learn more, that’s what i’m here for (that’s what i’m here for)
y’all was just booking, what the f*ck the cheers for? (cheers for)
you was just f*cking ’round, what the tears for?
[outro: babytron & 1900rugrat]
like b*tch what you crying for? you was just f*cking around
and they lying on me on the ti
b*tch i ain’t never pay no fifteen hundred dollars for no motherf*cking coochie, b*tch, coochie don’t cost no fifteen hundred dollars
coochie cost free b*tch, you got me f*cked up (nyah)
these hoes lying on they back for godd*mn 5 cents and a snickers bar
f*ck you talking ’bout
wipe ya’ ass boyz

- 1900rugrat lyrics

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