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lirik lagu a reason – chicken p

[intro]
(ayy, talk to ’em, ward)
buss 1
huh, n*gga, yeah
mm, ayy
wah, yeah
n*gga, ah, mm
ayy, ah, mm

[chorus]
ayy, i’ll spend all this sh*t, give me a reason, n*gga
i know i hit her with the— uh, by how she breathin’, n*gga
granny keep on tellin’ me i need jesus (i need jesus)
i thought she was trippin’, but i’m startin’ to believe her, n*gga (i believe that sh*t)
if she don’t eat my d*ck right, then i’ma leave the b*tch (b*tch, go)
i done got my sh*t right, i don’t need a b*tch (i don’t need the b*tch)
don’t sip tris ’cause i like it, i need this sh*t (bro, i need it)
it’s buss 1, don’t hit my phone unless you need a brick (mmm)

[verse]
i’m outside, lil’ p, come on, lil’ bro, i need a zip (come on, lil’ bro)
i spin the block, then i spin again, i’m gettin’ dizzy (i’m gettin’ dizzy)
i got gumbo platеs for forty*five, i’m gettin’ busy (forty*five)
and all my dopе got legs on it, stand up in the blender (stand up)
i was havin’ paper problems ’til that fetty ent ’em (ent ’em)
my first hundred thousand, boy, i got that check and spent it
blew it
n*ggas broke, can’t fix ’em, can’t glue ’em
yeah, on the net, reppin’ on sh*t they ain’t doin’
i tell that boy go show me two hundred, he can’t do it, ain’t got it
sixty ball on me, thirty each pocket, no wallet
drop a bird and i had to watch me pull the bands out
be in the bank so much, my n*ggas think i scam now
i’m worth so much right now, i can’t even trust my friends now
ran up a half an m, you n*ggas still playin’, huh?
this an amg, the seats massage, stretch your legs out
you sip as much drank as me, this sh*t’ll f*ck your head up
[chorus]
ayy, i’ll spend all this sh*t, give me a reason, n*gga
i know i hit her with the— uh, by how she breathin’, n*gga
granny keep on tellin’ me i need jesus (i need jesus)
i thought she was trippin’, but i’m startin’ to believe her, n*gga (i believe that sh*t)
if she don’t eat my d*ck right, then i’ma leave the b*tch (b*tch, go)
i done got my sh*t right, i don’t need a b*tch (i don’t need her)
don’t sip tris ’cause i like it, i need this sh*t (i need it)
it’s buss 1, don’t hit my phone unless you need a brick (mmm)

[outro]
‘less you need a brick, n*gga
f*ck wrong with you n*ggas, n*gga?
i’ll spend this sh*t, n*gga, you know?
give me a reason, n*gga
don’t tempt me, n*gga, f*ck you n*ggas talking ’bout?
sh*t ain’t nothin’, n*gga, at this point, we d*mn near growin’ this sh*t, my n*gga, i ain’t gon’ lie
on my baby, n*gga
go tally the f*ck up or somethin’, my n*gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, n*gga, i’m worth more than all you n*ggas put together
you n*ggas can’t do sh*t with me
buss 1, n*gga

- chicken p

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