Chicken (Chicken P Remix) lyrics

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Chicken P


[Intro: El Snappo]
Uh, uh, who made the f*ckin' beat?

[Chorus: El Snappo]
Chicken, n*gga
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n*gga?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n*gga
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
n*gga claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature

[Verse 1: El Snappo]
n*gga claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
Chicken, n*gga
How you damn near sixty, you ain't nevеr seen a fifty, n*gga?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on thе court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n*gga
If rap don't work, I'm right back in the trap, back to servin', n*gga
Poor-ass n*gga, eatin' chicken nuggets, Jamal Murray, n*gga
n*gga claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
n*gga, we are not the same, we are not identical
n*gga, we are not the same, we are not similar
I'm a real chicken getter, standin' on principle
Gettin' money, skippin' school, n*gga, f*ck the principal
Chicken, n*gga
All this motherf*ckin' money, n*gga, I feel invincible
You ain't gettin' no f*ckin' money, that's why your ass miserable
Back in elementary, I knew I wanted to sell dope, n*gga
[Chorus: El Snappo]
Chicken, n*gga
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n*gga?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n*gga
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
n*gga claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature

[Verse 2: Chicken P]
Huh, straight drop dope, this brick shinin' like an emerald, huh
Bought a blender, stompin' on this sh*t, go get my Timberland, huh
b*tch, you know you want this di*k, quit actin' innocent, huh
Fifty bucks for this new pendant, it ain't finished yet, huh
This sh*t unlimited, hmm, thirty on me, I'm finna spend this sh*t
Everybody rich, I can tell they ain't been spendin' sh*t
Diamonds on me froze, sub-zero, I keep hearin' finishes
Louis skateboards, pay two thousand for a pair of tennis shoes
b*tch, that's what we finna do
b*tch, ride or sell dope, I got a nine-piece in the coupe
Big Balenciaga boots, I can teach you n*ggas how to move
You want the Whitney or the food?
How you out here and you broke? You should've stayed your ass in school, n*gga

[Chorus: El Snappo]
Chicken, n*gga
How you damn near sixty, you ain't never seen a fifty, n*gga?
How you damn near forty, you don't never keep that 30 with you?
Ballin' on the court, I got a Steph Curry jersey, n*gga
I was only twenty, pistol case, you know I went federal
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
A real lifer, but in my music, they say I'm paintin' pictures
n*gga claimin' that it's smoke, I'm tryna check the temperature
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