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heavyweight - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
baby, i don’t want no company, scratch my back for me
(oh sh*t, you ain’t got no grabba)
hmm, mm, mm, on me
huh, you know i could—
ayy, hey

[chorus]
n*gga, i could sign a tennis player, all these racks on me
bae, the drank bad, can you scratch my back for me?
hmm, you n*ggas out here bad, n*ggas out here flat, huh
b*tch, i been in my bag, i been eatin’ like a fat n*gga
i’m heavyweight, you welterweight, we in two different classes
i got marble on my countertops and pints all in my cabinets
i was broke, they played rich and i got rich ‘fore i thought they cappin’
i can’t fake kick it with n*ggas, y’all ain’t think this sh*t’ll happen, huh

[verse]
hmm, how you get rich and fall off, my n*gga? that sh*t backwards
all this sh*t came from hard work, my boy, it ain’t just happen
i be thinkin’ ’bout some millions while you thinkin’ ’bout a caption
i had to brеak the law so many times, i pray they nеver capture me
n*gga, every day i be outside, why n*ggas actin’ like they after me?
i’m the type to shoot from half court and make it, i got accuracy
told the lil’ b*tch, “i want a steak and not from applebee’s”
the game’ll never ever be the same, baby, after me
i f*cked and she got to callin’ me on my name when she had to leave (frrt, beep)
what the money counter say? i know your ass can read
how the f*ck? tryna pour this four up, but d*mn near crashed the car
11k in louis, they ask if i got cash or card
i know a n*gga got smoked, thought his ass was hard
i’m ridin’ with a brick of dope, drivin’ past the target
i met a b*tch on the road, she like, “your ass the hardest”
“boy, you done came a long way like your ass was starvin'”
hmm, i’m in miami, out the way in an aston martin
i hear a snake, but it’s cool, i’m an anaconda
what they hollerin’? ‘fore these n*ggas play, i’ll spend every dollar
he tried to duck, then he came back up and got hit in his collar
i could show you how to create thousands, n*gga, i’m like tyler
[chorus]
n*gga, i could sign a tennis player, all these racks on me
bae, the drank bad, can you scratch my back for me?
hmm, you n*ggas out here bad, n*ggas out here flat, huh
b*tch, i been in my bag, i been eatin’ like a fat n*gga
i’m heavyweight, you welterweight, we in two different classes
i got marble on my countertops and pints all in my cabinets
i was broke, they played rich and i got rich ‘fore i thought they cappin’
i can’t fake kick it with n*ggas, y’all ain’t think this sh*t’ll happen, huh

- chicken p lyrics

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