She never ready to go so she forever come
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun
An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers
Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures
Crispy, crispy chicken.
Yeah, waiting for a change to come
Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker
Winner winner chicken dinner
Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
Got our middle fingers in the air,
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
Stick my middle fingers, what up.
What up girl, tell me how you been
Shout out chicken getting chicken
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