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hypnotize you - chicken p lyrics

[intro]
(p8, catch a bag)
(dxnte, you snapped on this one)

[verse]
hmm, no matter how hard i try to duck the feds, they keep on watchin’ (for real)
i’m tryna wrap these racks with these rubber bands, i keep on poppin’ ’em
hmm, i move strategic, every time i don’t, that sh*t get costly
i f*cked her good as i could, now this lil’ b*tch stalkin’
hmm, b*tch, i ain’t hidin’, i’m outside, b*tch, we vibin’
mm, believe in violence, pull up playin’ with that paper, we gon’ rob you
hmm, we caught that n*gga, but that other n*gga still gon’ die too
when i was seventeen, my mama house looked like a drive*thru
hmm, i got ice, icе, baby, whitney, bobby brown too
hmm, i got pew*pew on mе, yeah, this b*tch soundproof
hmm, i got water on up to my neck, i be done drowned you
bad b*tches in the dm like, “boy, i ain’t finna hound you”
your girl the lost and found, i’ll lose you faster than i found you
i’m gettin’ head, but it’s four b*tches in my bed, i used to sleep on couches
it’s fifty g’s in that bag, you think i’m lyin’? my boy, go’n ‘head and count ’em
ask anybody, b*tch, i stand on mob business like a d*mn italian
hmm, call me kikiana (kikiana), huh
all these motherf*ckin’ keys like a big piano, huh
hmm, i can’t sleep without my lean, i can’t kick the bottle, huh
i let bae get what she need, i don’t be hoopin’, hollerin’, huh (what you want?)
the paper ain’t no problem (mm)
p*ssy*ass n*gga better have me if he say he got me (you said you got me)
lil’ bro popped a n*gga with my drac’, i had to sell my tommy
know i been done popped you, sellin’ me fake drank, boy, i can smell the wocky
hmm, i feel like kobe in this sh*t, i just might go out in a helicopter
hmm, left my whole b*tch, walk in with a million, i’ma kiss her probably (mwah)
we make big deposits, do it how i tell you, ain’t no improvisin’
yeah, big p, b*tch, i been a problem, b*tch, i been providin’
i tell her, “listen to me, look me in my eyes, i’m finna hypnotize you”
lil’ n*gga, all my partners sell powder, my hoes p*ssy poppin’
hmm, i’m in the porsche poppin’ it and poppin’ up, this sh*t a hobby
homie poppin’ it like he got it, whole time, you n*ggas just survivin’
hmm, one, two, three, here we come, bet n*ggas get to hidin’, huh (buss one)

- chicken p lyrics

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