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lirik lagu big one – chicken p

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[intro]
ayy (buss one)
(ajaks, this a banger)
ayy
ayy
ayy, check me out
okay, ayy, huh

[verse]
fifty thousand dollars on me now, who tryna call my bluff?
ran this sh*t up all by myself, ain’t gotta call for nothin’
really rich, forever lit, if they ain’t rockin’ with us, f*ck ’em
chrome heart denim, baby, you can’t find these in the buckle
ten milli’, i ain’t scuffling, you try it, you in trouble
quit chasin’ them hoes, n*gga, once you try it, you gon’ bubble
on stage high like david ruffin, we in the club pourin’ ‘tussin (drank)
i be done poured a n*gga rent, but these n*ggas homeless (on my baby)
you say you can cook a brick? okay, n*gga, show me
i keep a kenan kel*tec just like nickelodeon
i’m with a bad*ass b*tch, she say she cambodian
go tell your drunk*ass uncle i got some paper old as him
(n*gga, been slammin’, lil’*ass n*gga)
huh, a n*gga play, we gon’ put him down and stand over him
these broke*ass n*ggas salty, out here throwin’ sodium
i got a phobia for broke n*ggas out here owin’ n*ggas
i was broke, but i had to get up and go show them n*ggas
cracked a hundred out the strike, d*mn near blew the motor in it
i’m hittin’ the road, she say she goin’ with me
it’s cool, baby know to play her role, i made her hold the glizzy
la, new york, houston, then the o, b*tch, i been gettin’ busy
i hit iceman nick and dropped a forty, b*tch, it’s gettin’ chilly (cold)
bae, give me some head, naw, i ain’t with all the sentimental
take me to the source, ain’t with all the monkeys in the middle, huh
my n*gga keep some ‘caine on him, he ain’t crippled
i got some sh*t could drop a reindeer in this pistol
i’m pourin’ tris up out the pint, i never pour a little
it’s big chick, buss a brick, you n*ggas stuart little
they love me ’cause i do the most, you n*ggas do a little
a thousand grams done blew the motor, d*mn near threw the blender (f*ck)
ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, i’m runnin’ through them b*tches (we runnin’ through this sh*t)
i heard you n*ggas goin’ poor, money through with n*ggas (money through with them)
me and bro ‘nem stumblin’ out dior, we just blew a chicken
new b*30s cost a g, my left shoe a digit
i got so many bad b*tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one”
hmm, ayy, i got so many bad b*tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one” (ayy, do your big one)
ayy, huh, i got so many bad b*tches tellin’ me, “baby, do your big one”

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