CHICKEN SHACK Lyrics – Jodye Jo
Singer: Jodye Jo
Title: CHICKEN SHACK
Oh sh#t
You already know what time it is
We bouta take this m#th*rf#ck*r over
We bouta set this m#th*rf#ck*r on fire
The karate kid gon’ give it to you to the left and the right to the right
We getting that three points in
Let’s go
First day, i’ma take a female to the chicken shack
But first off, i’ma need the fish i gotta flip a sack
You worse off and then sip out the pack that you ain’t getting back
In first place, i ain’t been trying boy i’m just kicking back
Kicking sh#t, talking bout flows you know mine’s the illest b#tch
And i ain’t really touching y’all hoes, i need the illest chick
I’m illest with this sh#t, vanilla realer than your realest b#tch
I’m talking {?} rapper {?} rock your rapper brick
When i eat the p#ss# i don’t never worry bout etiquette
p#ss# play in politics, dumb hoe must be delegate
City never soppy run up subject of predicate
Second n#gg#s watching me and say damn that fool hella sick
Said it all, partner sent the pic before i knock you down
n#gg#s hoes, aiming for the crown they tryna knock me down
These n#gg#s know, ball go in my hand before the clock go down
Fadeaway, the jump with a j, my shot is finna drown
Light day from o-town, i’m getting dollars now
f#cking ig models, guess we living like ballers now
Groupie hoes been getting my number, getting callers now
I’m gassed on my head getting heavy but i feel taller now
Lately shorty acting real crazy but i can’t calm her down
Finessed a female right up out her feelings but we’re not a sound
I stored a fishscale right up in the ceiling but it’s not a pound
I’m just tryna juggle these jugs cuddy i’m not a clown
Really moving bags out the 7-eleven
They swear the boy a demon so they might send in a reverend
My lyrics gon’ die a legend but they bumping in heaven
Yeah he a sinner no doubt a question but bars are a blessing
Shorty put her hand in my pants, can’t pay no attention
I don’t really do no romance, display no affection
I ain’t really throwing no hands, don’t play bout protection
Shooter make a opp soul dance, a k yeah the wesson
Shorty threw it back with no hands, bro got balance
My brothers always talking bout bands, we all got talents
If you just broke i might understand why y’all got malice
New bape, cdg and ‘preme but i still rock palace
Shorty thinking of baby names, i told that hoe chill
I ain’t playing no damn games like i’m ozeal
Hold up she on no pill, i shot her up left no spill
If i’m the father i’ll be the flyest man i for sho will
I was born to believe that god was really rakim
And then i had to guide into guru, keep me locked in
Catch me sipping on the juice baby no this is not gin
Now these n#gg#s already know my name before i walked in
Rrrr
Best believe that n#gg#
Skrilla reign sh#t n#gg#
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