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Sleepy Hallow - Chicken

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  • Исполнитель: Sleepy Hallow
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  • Длина дорожки: 02:09
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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

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

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 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 suppresser

Rubber band on the clip, I’ma stretch him

Rubber band on the bread when I check in

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 deady

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

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