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buss one 101 - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, celo, this sh*t crazy)
ayy

[verse 1]
i pick up the phone like what you need, what you buyin’?
i’m shootin’ in this hemi, top speed, b*tch, i’m flyin’
this a bird, this a plane, pull up to your curb with some fire (skrrt)
get to stabbin’ like michael myers
they did a dub off this digi, i get busy on the bible
h*ll yeah, we ridin’ striker, but my bimmer got the title
i’m the littest in the building, lil’ n*gga, i’ll buy it
get to throwin’ hundreds in this b*tch, bet i start a riot
i can’t play they sh*t and ride ’cause them n*ggas lying
all this paper on my head, tell ’em do they job
i could drop my lo’ right now, n*gga, who gon’ slide?
they know they running out of time, thеy know they gon’ die
i [?] gabbana off the don, got somе on me now
max said he want a nine, i put it in a pop, huh
i be ridin’ with them rhymes, ridin’ with my glock
six junkies in a line when i’m in your block
n*gga, i could do it in my sleep but i be woke
baby said she wanna f*ck with me ’cause i do the most
she say she wanna drive the boat, i told her no
get your ass in this driver’s seat, take me to the sto’
i just need me a— i just need me a four
i just need me a ho that’s gon’ do what i want
i be f*cking from the back, then i f*ck her in her throat
i just say what i be doin’, they say i’m the goat
if i sold dope out her card, then i paid her note
paid the rent and let her chill, you made her broke (yeah)
always kept this sh*t real, they can say what they want
ask any n*gga ever been around me, they can’t say i don’t
f*ck n*ggas, they don’t like me, i don’t f*ck with them neither
in a srt, i’m shooting this b*tch like i’m vin diesel
i’m ballin’, i don’t need a scale or a pen neither
this sh*t off the head, all the sh*t i seen, you n*ggas wouldn’t believe it
bad b*tch don’t give me nothin’ but head like i’m beavis
lil’ b*tch thick like she from buckhead, but she from cleveland
i can’t stay, lil’ baby, i’m counting up and i’m leaving
it’s ten more racks in toledo and i need ’em
[interlude]
yeah, i need ’em
paper on the road, yeah, i need it
and my fiend hittin’ my phone, say he need me
my plug on the phone like i need you

[verse 2]
ain’t seen my kids in a month and i need to
but i’ve been grinding for the family, they need cheese too (yeah)
everybody straight, i got that food and made sure everybody ate
[?] stay focused on this sh*t you doing, everybody can’t
[?] my lungs brown
i be sellin’ grams for eighty ’til the sun down
i poured a ten two days ago, i still ain’t come down
i know this sh*t ain’t healthy but it help me calm down
i be frustrated, baby, i’ve been gettin’ mad money
a hundred*fifty blues on me, baby, this my gas money
took her and her friend for the lemon, paid the tab for ’em (yeah)
been showin’ how to ball, i’m finna start a class for ’em

[outro]
yeah, n*gga
start a class, n*gga
buss one 101, n*gga
you gotta catch up, n*gga
keep havin’ that sh*t, lil’*ass n*gga
big chicken

- chicken p lyrics

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