I like the way they dribble up and down the court
I just realised theres more chicken than pork.
She never ready to go so she forever come
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual
In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle
I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one
We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
See, i'm second to no one
She watchin' that oxygen
Shout out chicken getting chicken
With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >