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(Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo) (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken My salad valid bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, p-p-p-puffin passing smoking calories That booty fake, mean Satan a liar (He a liar) Baby lay [?], then pull up some liar (Chicken-chicken) Two Lil' mama, that's enough And I took 3 shots, that's enough Think I might fall, nigga that's enough Got that itty-bitty booty though, that's enough I got a lil' bit of Julio, that's enough Enough weed for the studio, that's enough Raided the-, that's enough (Skrr) Songtexte I dip the chicken then and then I hit the bickenhead I keep the bea-bea-beacon Flick-flick, you see me, get the cam Flip shit like cake and pans Don't stop my grind, I beat your ass up That's you (Okay) I tah, I tah a puddytat My coupe banana pudding, yeah, yellow (Yellow) Pour up, casino ice, black suit, black boo, nothin' better (Uh-uh) Nigga, I been seein' your type, your boo my boo can't compare, uh Uh, she embarrassed Two Lil' mama, that's enough And I took 3 shots, that's enough Think I might fall, nigga that's enough Got that itty-bitty booty though, that's enough I got a Lil' bit of Julio, that's enough Enough weed for the studio, that's enough Raided the-, that's enough Smino my dawg, it's JT Shout out everything you doing Keep puttin' on, keep puttin' on for the city Shout out Saint Louis I'm rockin' with you bro Keep goin' Aus Songtexte Mania