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chicken talk, pt. 3 - roadrunner tb lyrics

[intro]
(nito)
blender

[verse 1]
i don’t want it if it ain’t drop
still ‘a sell it to you wet if it ain’t lock
gotta keep the narcan close, b*tch this straight wop
drinking a cotton candy faygo but it ain’t pop
i got a number that these lil n*ggas can’t find
this sh*t ain’t come overnight, it took a lil time
gang making contact when they see you, but they ain’t blind
2 hours deep in kentucky selling k9
was a shooter on the outs, now bro just shank n*ggas
whole bunch of racks in this b*tch like the bank with us
savy sleep f*cking with his granny paink!llers
might just off the whole room from all this pain in us
load just touched down, b*tch get tapped in
‘member when i couldn’t get a dime, that was back then
couldn’t get over that hump, tryna stack 10
back of st. leges one way out, don’t get trapped in
middle man with no tax, that’s a rеal one
brodie just came homе with no phones, we gon’ build one
ain’t gotta give him no l!cks, we gon’ steal some
gave you n*ggas head starts and y’all still bums
on the block with a gun, but i ain’t bust it
mc hammer with that dog, you can’t touch it
edward scissorhands with that dope, i keep cutting
out of state with a fake id, i’m mclovin
bro ‘nem fentanyl felons b*tch, we big dog stepping
you ain’t gon’ never get nowhere with that sh*t y’all selling
you won’t look right with the gang, this the big dawg section
you lil boys should be embarrassed with that sh*t y’all flexing
all these grams free, i can’t lose
way before the rap, b*tch, i had pro tools
soon as your b*tch see the gang, she gon’ choose
big bag and i spent a band on big shoes
stayed overtime plenty nights, had to get it right
dog take a 3, i hit it once, i’m tryna take a life
i turned the weed in for the boy, that’s a sacrifice
young risk takers, no help, we had to roll the dice
hit the b*tch, give her back to the streets
got too attached, now she don’t wanna leave
hoes tricking for the money, that sh*t’s so sad to see
i can’t even lie baby, it was your ass for me
i’m your favorite rapper, favorite rapper
i’m your favorite trapper, favorite trapper
get around hoes and play roles, these n*ggas f*cking actors
you get a bag and buy clothes, these n*ggas working backwards
mixing dog with the fent’, this sh*t smell funny
my sh*t is fire, got that nail polish smell on it
i can’t even trust my dawg, he might tell on me
ran through a half a zip of dog with no scale on me
[outro]
blender
mixing dog with the fent’, this sh*t smell funny
my sh*t is fire, got that nail polish smell on it
i can’t even trust my dawg, he might tell on me
ran through a half a zip of dog with no scale on me

- roadrunner tb lyrics

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