Chicken Walker Songtext
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Chicken Walker Songtext
This recording, gang?
Aight, he said
Ayy, hmm, ayy
They wanna see some gangster shit, I′m finna show they ass
I was too busy buyin' books, bitch, I ain′t go to class
Get in the field, my nigga, you gon' need some shoulder pads
Hmm, I'm in a Demon doin′ one-thirty, I might just do the dash
Hmm, I′m just like a Duracell, bitch, I was built to last
Hmm, put this belt on a lil' nigga right after I whoop his ass
Hmm, I need thirty minutes with this brick, I cook it fast
You see this watch that I got on, I could′ve copped the Jag'
Hmm, niggas payin′ for that pussy, you should've copped the bag
I don′t wanna hear 'bout what you did, them other niggas has been
Hmm, every nigga play with me, put 'em in a casket
I need a natural bitch, I′m tired of buyin′ my bitches lashes
I got water on my neck, on my wrist, see these bitches splashin'
I′m in Miami in a Ghost, I'm startin′ to feel like Casper
This lil' bitch just put the head on me and I ain′t even ask her
I poured a pint of Tris, you hear my voice gettin' raspy
Ahem, and make sure they can hear me
Bagged so many onions in this bitch, my eyes gettin' teary
Thousand-mile drive all alone, it′s just me and Siri
Hmm, I see a rich nigga when I look in the mirror
Amiri for the denim, baby, I don′t do no denim tearin'
You ain′t wrap 'em right before you send ′em, pass interference
Hmm, I paint a picture clearer, who can paint it clearer?
Hmm, they ain't got no money, they shoppin′ in the clearance
Hmm, I been gettin' money, boy, go ask my parents
Spent five thousand for a fit, I still ain't get to wear it
I don′t give a fuck ′bout where I'm at, go′n try it, boy, I dare you
Hit your ass with this ten milli', boy, I don′t do no sparin'
Hmm, I don′t do no carin', I don't give no fuck
You in trouble, boy, I got like fifty
Thousand wrapped up in this duffle
Hmm, tell a bitch I wanna fuck before I say I love you
Hmm, bitch, I rap my real life, now who gon′ say I′m bluffin'?
Hmm, I get to talkin′ 'bout this cash
I don′t hear them sayin' nothin′, hmm
I just spent three thousand for a pound of blueberry cruffin
Poured a whole pint, one more ounce and I'm gon' need some crutches
A hundred fifty of ′em on the flight
Bitch, I′m gon' need more luggage
I can′t move this shit by myself, bitch, I'm gon′ need my brothers
Money conversation, ain't got no pape′, you just need to hush it
Shh, haha, shut the fuck up
Hundred 'bows in here with no label, I don't know what′s what
Drunk a whole fifth of Don, these bitches better help me up
Got me in that room, I kept it solid, I ain′t tell 'em nothin′
Nigga get to talkin' ′bout that paper, I can tell he bluffin'
Niggas talkin′ 'bout some old kills, I can tell he rushed it
Hmm, ayy, somebody tell that boy get active
Get your ass killed for a thousand, boy, I be with smackers
I'ma spend this pape′ while I′m alive 'cause you can′t spend it after
I'm lane hoggin′ in the T-Rex, lil' bitch, this ain′t no Raptor, huh
Aight, he said
Ayy, hmm, ayy
They wanna see some gangster shit, I′m finna show they ass
I was too busy buyin' books, bitch, I ain′t go to class
Get in the field, my nigga, you gon' need some shoulder pads
Hmm, I'm in a Demon doin′ one-thirty, I might just do the dash
Hmm, I′m just like a Duracell, bitch, I was built to last
Hmm, put this belt on a lil' nigga right after I whoop his ass
Hmm, I need thirty minutes with this brick, I cook it fast
You see this watch that I got on, I could′ve copped the Jag'
Hmm, niggas payin′ for that pussy, you should've copped the bag
I don′t wanna hear 'bout what you did, them other niggas has been
Hmm, every nigga play with me, put 'em in a casket
I need a natural bitch, I′m tired of buyin′ my bitches lashes
I got water on my neck, on my wrist, see these bitches splashin'
I′m in Miami in a Ghost, I'm startin′ to feel like Casper
This lil' bitch just put the head on me and I ain′t even ask her
I poured a pint of Tris, you hear my voice gettin' raspy
Ahem, and make sure they can hear me
Bagged so many onions in this bitch, my eyes gettin' teary
Thousand-mile drive all alone, it′s just me and Siri
Hmm, I see a rich nigga when I look in the mirror
Amiri for the denim, baby, I don′t do no denim tearin'
You ain′t wrap 'em right before you send ′em, pass interference
Hmm, I paint a picture clearer, who can paint it clearer?
Hmm, they ain't got no money, they shoppin′ in the clearance
Hmm, I been gettin' money, boy, go ask my parents
Spent five thousand for a fit, I still ain't get to wear it
I don′t give a fuck ′bout where I'm at, go′n try it, boy, I dare you
Hit your ass with this ten milli', boy, I don′t do no sparin'
Hmm, I don′t do no carin', I don't give no fuck
You in trouble, boy, I got like fifty
Thousand wrapped up in this duffle
Hmm, tell a bitch I wanna fuck before I say I love you
Hmm, bitch, I rap my real life, now who gon′ say I′m bluffin'?
Hmm, I get to talkin′ 'bout this cash
I don′t hear them sayin' nothin′, hmm
I just spent three thousand for a pound of blueberry cruffin
Poured a whole pint, one more ounce and I'm gon' need some crutches
A hundred fifty of ′em on the flight
Bitch, I′m gon' need more luggage
I can′t move this shit by myself, bitch, I'm gon′ need my brothers
Money conversation, ain't got no pape′, you just need to hush it
Shh, haha, shut the fuck up
Hundred 'bows in here with no label, I don't know what′s what
Drunk a whole fifth of Don, these bitches better help me up
Got me in that room, I kept it solid, I ain′t tell 'em nothin′
Nigga get to talkin' ′bout that paper, I can tell he bluffin'
Niggas talkin′ 'bout some old kills, I can tell he rushed it
Hmm, ayy, somebody tell that boy get active
Get your ass killed for a thousand, boy, I be with smackers
I'ma spend this pape′ while I′m alive 'cause you can′t spend it after
I'm lane hoggin′ in the T-Rex, lil' bitch, this ain′t no Raptor, huh
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