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Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies (It’s Great John beats baby) (Great John on the beat by the way) Chicken-chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy I used to trap, flip, we doing shit you imagine, ayy Ran up at Saks Fifth, I spent a brick on the fashion My body different, that’s all she could say when we kick it I just seen the opps, had them dodging and dippin' Popped a Perc' and that shit had me trippin', ayy Run up, ayy (Run Up), I get you done up I ain't trusting a soul, that's a set up Told lil' bro let off shots, never let up If they slip then we slide, get wet up You ain't really outside, then shut up No, you can’t sit with the gang, gotta get up Pull up with gang, we got fifty or better, ayy Fuck around make it hot in December I know my heart cold, I was born in the winter And this ice on my neck make ’em shiver Told lil' mama come fuck with a winner Had my shooters pull up in the sprinter Boy you food, then we looking for dinner They can’t see in this whip 'cause it's tinted, I'm smokin’ on dope, this is not for beginners, ayy SongtexteWe getting chicken, chicken That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy You know they don't love you, hey They just tryna get the riches, ayy Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it Niggas participating in snitching, you can't take the heat better get out the kitchen Ain't no contemplating, get to clicking You know I'm picky, don't know who I'm picking (Sleepy why you outside of this club?) Cause they said that we can't get the grip in No feeling, John gon' cook up the beat, I'ma kill it I can't fuck with the fake, I'm the realest Big EBK, shoot your shot, then we dippin' Ayy, boy we steppin' If he move incorrect, I correct him He get popped like a cork when we test him Rap with the opps, we throw shots at the session Ayy, that's impressive Rubber band on the clip, I'ma stretch him Rubber band on the bread when I check it Drop me the addy, I bet I address it Ayy, never stressin' Just make sure that I get all my credit We shoot bullets like butter, we spreading All over blocks at the opps 'till we bloody Ayy, never settin' Choppa burn him like Usher, I let it If he beef with the gang, ain't no dead it It ain't no peace with the gang, that's a lesson, ayy We getting chicken, chicken That's the reason why she's splittin', lickin', ayy You know they don't love you, hey They just tryna get the riches, ayy Get it (Huh), flip it, if he talking down I'ma lift it Niggas participating in snitching, you can't take the heat better get out the kitchen seimoh ym htiw 'nillihc ,inoracam dna nekcihc ,angolob dna god toh ,gniw nekcihc ,gniw nekcihc-nekcihC seimoh ym htiw 'nillihc ,inoracam dna nekcihc ,angolob dna god toh, gniw nekcihc, gniw nekcihC Aus Songtexte Mania