Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
All dem niggas gonna hate
I'm too hot to start beef i start steak
He been waiting for his connection to come
Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,
You fried under that heated lamp,
With such an ugly picture in it and
A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed
Cos i'm so hot i don't start beef i start steak
These hoes is wicked a female chicken
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
When i eat that chicken,
So now she picks up the gun
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
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