Gillie Da Kid Chicken Man текст песни, слова песни Chicken Man Gillie Da Kid
Gillie Da Kid - Chicken Man
Bitch, I'm the chicken man I get that Popeyes
Come and show with my paper, I get you crown fried
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that KFC
My niggers cook it up, original recipe
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, bitch, I'm the chicken man
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that roscoe's
And I go whip it up, nigger with my eyes closed
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, the police try to get to me
Cause I'm selling chickens, got 'em old ones in rotisserie
Hundred fifty [?] come on, let's rip to me
I lost a couple in the mail that was a shit to me.
I'm addicted to hustling, see I'm a hustling addict
Al my niggers touching, baby, you niggers hustling backwards.
Got the phone call from [?]
And they gonna need at least a [?]
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that wing style
I do the drop that work [?] do you know that thing is [?]
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, see only dough that matter
And if you're money right I serve you up a whole platter
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, come and show with my paper, I get you crown fry
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that KFC
My niggers cook it up, original recipe
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, bitch, I'm the chicken man
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that roscoe's
And I go whip it up, nigger with my eyes closed
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, nigger got that chick fil a
All my [?] hustlers, they try to move a brick, a gate,
Move it! Yeah
That's 33 grands for a brick [?]
Just for you, see for me, I only pay twenty three
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, you're on that chrome shit
We got them breasts, we got 'em wings, we're serving drum sticks
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, we cook it up on flower
And customers be coming at least once an hour.
You see, we get to the end, we [?]
Get, getting money that's the only thing we care about!
My, my, paper it can't fit up in the [?]
I'm up in that kitchen [?] what you're expecting form the chick [?]
[Chorus:]
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, come and show with my paper, I get you crown fry
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that KFC
My niggers cook it up, original receipt
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, bitch, I'm the chicken man
Bitch, I'm the chicken man, I got that 'em right skulls
And I go whip it up, nigger with my eyes closed
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