Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,
Bitch, am like a maxipad, cuz i got wings,
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
Work straight out the kitchen
Crispy, crispy chicken.
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun
Contagious like chicken pox
You pull up in parking lots
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken
And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings
Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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