Young Thug - Chickens lyrics

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Really . really . . Really baby I’m stacking chickens, chickens

Hundred thousand pounds on a cool the way i pull up on them they could really sue, I might just make the news doing all day baby

I can say I might just making no doing like nigga do

All days are arriving and get all arriving

How do you heard that nigga coming they can kill and pumping

Baby girl I want that karma to there like a …

Mix-tape not doing now

I want shit, I really gonna be

He a dummer then a stack, my raise on the kiss

Hundred banz and a wanna let, nigga like that chair

Let that be forget

Can’t get soldier and back it roll

Hold on a party

Back and that does really know from the back path

Nigga on you but I’m having it

I can shade out in the street like a fucking rain

I’m a president and still I am fucking real

Got one million making deals with no fucking deal

I will took all over my still, still love her still

Pussy wet, wet I’mma dope it like a pill

Really, really baby I’m stacking, chill, chill, what the fuck

Put a hundred thousand dollars and then go

Ooh yeah I put ‘em upon and they can link it so

I might just meet that no doing

Now you heard them niggas rapping and they keep come for ridding

How you heard this niggas clapping, they can kill with clapping

Baby girl one day they come in here like a …

Baby girl I want that like a karma one day like you on it

Camiso, camiso, camiso so baby buy me the camiso

We’re not the same on my with my animal

Please will me weather peranisco

That make all dollars for my shoes, don’t staying on couch no men here thou

Which we turn, we drunk in and cannot be low

But none of us

Drinking and beat with the bitch and I put my finger in her pennies dog

Somehow I can pop it …but she looking insane like a

Penny wrap it, then I pull up with my tough and I hear you go bro

I got more struggle to go

These bitches my reason to bust

Raising, lasing, lasing, lasing

Let the money jill on, let the money jill on

If you don’t come don’t call a lil hit

Lord know I ain’t try to go at jail

Really, really baby I’m stacking, chill, chill, what the fuck

Put a hundred thousand dollars and then go

Now you heard them niggas rapping and they keep come for ridding

How you heard this niggas clapping, they can kill with clapping

Baby girl one day they come in here like a …

Baby girl I want that like a karma one day like you on it

Thanks to Jazz for correcting these lyrics