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how dat shit gone feel - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, boom made this?)

[verse]
like how that sh*t gon’ feel? i hit your b*tch and give her back
that’s when this sh*t get real
i’m hittin’ on her, spittin’ on her back, trippin’ off these pills
i’m with my b*tch, b*tch in the back pullin’ out her live
and if i said, b*tch, it’s facts, lil’ b*tch, i paid the bills
i’m sellin’ ‘caine for real (yeah)
i’m in the kitchen bustin’ bricks down, i’m stuntin’ still
my son play with bb guns, not no training wheels
i ain’t put nothin’ on this run, b*tch, i’m trained to k!ll
n*gga, i get funky how i flex, my main b*tch my side b*tch, she know i’m married to my check
i’m in that water, michael phelps
i spent a quarter on the brick, you spent a quarter gettin’ dressed (yeah)
my junkies call me dj khalеd, this sh*t the best, yeah
i don’t takе no pictures with the plug but that’s my best friend
i taught my dog a new trick, watch him play dead
i’m cookin’ crack in the trap, the pyrex next to the raid can
roaches on the tv screen, i’m watchin’ cameras for the raid vans
like how this sh*t gon’ feel?
that boy was sellin’ dope like me, how he get a million?
cross every ghetto in the world, i make the streets feel me
and every time they tore me down, i had to keep buildin’
they scared to give me a deal, know i’ma keep dealin’
lil’ b*tch, don’t think i ain’t dealin’
steady servin’ c*ckroaches, slammin’ doors, got the paint peelin’
i got fish scale, you don’t need no fish tank, n*gga
bustin’ bricks got this b*tch stankin’, smell like we in this b*tch paintin’
woah, i got powder on my shirt, unc’ got powder on his nose
i ain’t been home in a month, caught my b*tch usin’ her roll
how that p*ssy waitin’ on me? i’m comin’ in with a roll
and i won’t touch another stage ’til i’m gettin’ ten for a show
like how that sh*t gon’ feel when i walk in with his ho?
them n*ggas scared to come outside, i’m goin’ in with the blow
switchy rip him out his sh*t, look like we stealin’ his clothes
this n*gga full of animosity, we gon’ fill him with holes
like how that sh*t gon’ feel? yeah, you was playin’ like a soldier
and how that boy get k!lled? i’m bending corners with my girl sellin’ boy for real
that’s not our couch, some sh*t that got me paranoid for real
now look at that, two hundred racks, how that chicken feel?

- chicken p lyrics

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