Download Lagu Chicken Walker - Chicken P MP3

It's recordin', gang? A'ight, reset it Ay, hm, ay 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 Mm, I'm in the Demon doin' 130, I might just do the dash Hm, I'm just like a Duracell, bitch, I was built to last Hm, put this belt on the lil' nigga right after I whoop his ass Hm, I need 30 minutes, whip this brick, I'll cook it fast You see this watch that I got on, I could've copped the Jag' Hm, niggas payin' for that pussy, you should've copped a bag I don't wanna hear 'bout what you did, them other niggas has-been (hm) Every nigga played with me, we put 'em in the 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 the 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 popped a pint of Tris, you hear my voice gettin' raspy And make sure they can hear me Bag so many onions in this bitch, my eyes gettin' teary Thousand-mile drive all alone, it's just me and Siri Huh, I see a rich nigga when I look in the mirror Amiri for the denim, baby, I don't no Denim Tearin' You ain't wrap 'em right before you sent 'em, pass interference, huh I paint a picture clear, who could paint it clearer? Hm They ain't got no money, they shoppin' in the clearance, huh I been gettin' money, boy, go ask my parents Spent 5000 for a 'fit, I still ain't get to wear it I don't give a fuck 'bout where I'm at, go and try it, boy, I dare you Hit your ass with this ten milli', boy, I don't do no sparin' Hm, I don't do no carin', I don't give no fuck You in trouble, boy, I got like 50,000 wrapped up in this duffle, huh Tell a bitch I wanna fuck before I say, "I love you" Hm, bitch, I rap my real life, now who gon' say I'm bluffin'? Hm, I get to talkin' 'bout this cash, I don't hear them sayin' nothin' I spent 3000 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 paper, you just need to hush it Shh, ha-ha, shut the fuck up Hundred 'bows in here with no label, I don't know what's what Drunk a whole fifth of Dom, these bitches better help me up Got me in that room, I kept it solid (shh), I ain't tell 'em nothin' Nigga get to talkin' 'bout that paper, I could tell he bluffin' Niggas talkin' 'bout some old kills, I could tell he rusty Hm, ay, 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 TRX, lil' bitch, this ain't no Raptor, huh