CHICCEN TALK

作曲：Bryan Jones,Micheal Render

All my ** professionals

All my ** special

Tap in I’ll connect you

Chicken sandwich from Zesto’s

Track pants with the retros

At the Citco on Gresham Road

I don’t ** around at the Texaco

I got the

I got the sauce for sale

Free all my ** in jail

I’ll rot in a cell ‘fore I tell

Now you know my dawg illegal

So my dawg can’t show his face

If I don’t provide no reasonable doubt

The judge won’t throw my case

Trap ** check

Cashiers check

** you ** **

Need a pap smear check

Cuffing on your **

She is not under arrest

Better take dis ** to trial

I am not gonna confess

Look at my ex

Look at my next

Both of ‘em bad

Whole lotta **

Lil bitty breast

I’m finna wreck

No disrespect

Gettin’ caught in the act

Is my only regret

Raised in the ‘jects

I don’t fold under stress

Good in the bluff

I’m at home on the crest

Get popped like a quiz

I am not one to test

Live on the road

Like my name Johnny Quest

C safe it’s a boobie trap

The feds tracked me

Using Google maps

And the phone company

Let ‘em do the tap

Damn T-Mobile

That make you a rat

Speed racer

Imma do the max

Keep it moving

Like the Uber app

I’m on Elm Street

Like Freddie Kruger back

Blowin’ good gas

This that super pack

Hook: Cuz Lightyear

Chiccen talk like Popeye’s

Heating up the stove

Wrist counter clockwise

Beating up the bowl

Yeen said ** slick

Slime wipe your nose

Screen door still swangin’

Trap don’t close

Beat up the bowl x7

Call my connect

Pick up the load

Water Pyrex

Heat up the stove

Cook up them yams

Eat ‘em up whole

Play wit my check

Get hit wit that pole

Verse 2: Killer Mike

My name is kill

I’m from the ‘ville

I’m whipping muscle

** a Seville

I got your **

She on a pill

She sucking **

Oh what a thrill

Really for what

Not really for me

I had to teach her

Stop using her teeth

Watch when you ** again

Bet you gone see

All of them compliments

Come back to me

I’m in the flame

Least 3 days a week

Maybe all 7

If I’m running with Sleep

Shhhh

** I ain’t running my mouth

Yeah

** I am running the south

Yeah

** I ain’t talking bout records

Yeah

** I get mayors elected

Yeah

What ** you know move elections

And still got a brick on his necklace hoe

Hook: Cuz Lightyear

Chiccen talk like Popeye’s

Heating up the stove

Wrist counter clockwise

Beating up the bowl

Yeen said ** slick

Slime wipe your nose

Screen door still swangin’

Trap don’t close

Beat up the bowl x7

Call my connect

Pick up the load

Water Pyrex

Heat up the stove

Cook up them yams

Eat ‘em up whole

Play wit my check

Get hit wit that pole

Beat up the bowl x7

Ice on my neck

Mouth full of gold

Drip when I juug

Trap out Vlone

Stunt ‘til I’m dead

Sleep when I’m gone

Chasing this chiccen

Nothin’ for these hoes

Chiccen talk like Popeye’s

Heating up the stove

Wrist counter clockwise

Beating up the bowl

Yeen said ** slick

Slime wipe your nose

Screen door still swangin’

Trap don’t close