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i need dat kfc - gabe goulart lyrics

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[verse 1]
walk in a spot with a bucket and a glock
finger l!ckin’ the barrel, drumstick when it pops
mashed potatoes in a whip, gravy l!ckin’ that dash
wipe yo ass—bis—okay

popeyes callin’, but i hang the line
i’m loyal to the colesterol, the father of mine
tattooed “extra crispy or die”
dip a finger in a hater, watch him fry, said goodbye!

[verse 2]
l!ckin’ grease off my fingers like communion wine
chewing off the bull’s eye, neighbors calling it a crime
drive*thru window, pistol out, give me two thighs
honey mustard with my face, drip through my eyes

steal a buckеt from my grandma, then i moonwalk
smack a pigeon with a wing, then coop talk
colonеl sanders in my dreams with a pitchfork
told me to “eat the opps raw with no spork”

[verse 3]
ten*piece meal in the casket when i die
drumsticks hangin’ out the coffin, let me fry
got a biscuit in my pocket, gravy stains on my jeans
mac and cheese in the seat, livin’ filthy obscene
shoot a ranch bottle open, squirt over the floor
dip haters in coleslaw, when i open the door
i ain’t praying to no god, just a crispy lil’ wing
and a zinger with a crown saying, “i’m the king!”

[chorus]
they*they*they*they*they*they*they*they
they not like me
i need some money
i need dat kfc!

[verse 1]
walk in a spot with a bucket and a glock
finger l!ckin’ the barrel, drumstick when it pops
mashed potatoes in a whip, gravy l!ckin’ that dash
wipe yo ass—bis—okay

popeyes callin’, but i hang the line
i’m loyal to the colesterol, the father of mine
tattooed “extra crispy or die”
dip a finger in a hater, watch him fry, said goodbye!

[verse 2]
l!ckin’ grease off my fingers like communion wine
chewing off the bull’s eye, neighbors calling it a crime
drive*thru window, pistol out, give me two thighs
honey mustard with my face, drip through my eyes
steal a bucket from my grandma, then i moonwalk
smack a pigeon with a wing, then coop talk
colonel sanders in my dreams with a pitchfork
told me to “eat the opps raw with no spork”

[verse 3]
ten*piece meal in the casket when i die
drumsticks hangin’ out the coffin, let me fry
got a biscuit in my pocket, gravy stains on my jeans
mac and cheese in the seat, livin’ filthy obscene

shoot a ranch bottle open, squirt over the floor
dip haters in coleslaw, when i open the door
i ain’t praying to no god, just a crispy lil’ wing
and a zinger with a crown saying, “i’m the king!”

- gabe goulart lyrics

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