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Fried Chicken Crisp Freestyle (Bonus Track) Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Akbar
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Omar Salem




Big Akbar - Fried Chicken Crisp Freestyle (Bonus Track) Lyrics
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I'm a rabbit, this a tortoise race
Name's not R. Kelly, still caught a case
I nut in her face, I piss in her mouth
(Houth)
I'm gonna go in real hard (Aluakbar!)
That bitch should give me some Snard
I like some crack, your bitch smell like whack
Skinnyfromthe9 hit it from behind
If she screams I'll die, Hi
I'm really kind, Penile 10's
That means penis, uh!
Uhnununnungennymahnine
I am a god like a dine, uh!
She was so hungry, gave that bitch a dime
Now she on my time, she is not Mexican
So she drink her beer Corona with lime
Think this some sort of game
This ain't nothing but a tame
Like I play Red Dead
All these horses need to be tamed
Raimed, slaimed, the mic is falling down *Mic Falling*
Hunt you with my hounds
Hear this f*cking sound
Number one hit the tracks, number one hit the tracks
You smell like a fish wore Axe
Fat bitch on some crack
Phone, she said I need a bike
I said go by Ike's, spitting into the mic
Depressed as f*ck, bitch let me hit it
Twice, Thrice
Hit it with the squad, that's four-way
Tr3way, free the boy 6ix9ine
Skinnyfromthelackskittedtatatatatat
Just like my pizza crust
I like that bitch with some must
Smell, hell, Lucifer, Kells
Pills, Dills, Pickle nickel-dick-kick-kill
(Shoowah)
Geeking, tweaking, bad bitch, Puerto Rican
Stole that bar from a rapper
He's not real trapper, he's really just another crapper
Calls himself a turd, but he is not a turd
He's just a sheep from the motherf*cking herd
I am not a herd, I am independent
I am on my own, grown
Made in Altadena holmes
The trapping section eight
Now we living in Navaro
Used to trap in West Hollywood, now accaro
Lucaro, Luke, the f*cking plug
Seventeen bitches in the bag, what's next? Uh
Jackson in the studio
Spitting some f*cking bars
Mans got no damn cars, can't really travel that far
Got my boy Sad Mick, can't really get a bitch
Cause these nasty hoes, just want a little man
They don't want no big man
With an ego and confidence
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I'm a rabbit, this a tortoise race
Name's not R. Kelly, still caught a case
I nut in her face, I piss in her mouth
(Houth)
I'm gonna go in real hard (Aluakbar!)
That bitch should give me some Snard
I like some crack, your bitch smell like whack
Skinnyfromthe9 hit it from behind
If she screams I'll die, Hi
I'm really kind, Penile 10's
That means penis, uh!
Uhnununnungennymahnine
I am a god like a dine, uh!
She was so hungry, gave that bitch a dime
Now she on my time, she is not Mexican
So she drink her beer Corona with lime
Think this some sort of game
This ain't nothing but a tame
Like I play Red Dead
All these horses need to be tamed
Raimed, slaimed, the mic is falling down *Mic Falling*
Hunt you with my hounds
Hear this f*cking sound
Number one hit the tracks, number one hit the tracks
You smell like a fish wore Axe
Fat bitch on some crack
Phone, she said I need a bike
I said go by Ike's, spitting into the mic
Depressed as f*ck, bitch let me hit it
Twice, Thrice
Hit it with the squad, that's four-way
Tr3way, free the boy 6ix9ine
Skinnyfromthelackskittedtatatatatat
Just like my pizza crust
I like that bitch with some must
Smell, hell, Lucifer, Kells
Pills, Dills, Pickle nickel-dick-kick-kill
(Shoowah)
Geeking, tweaking, bad bitch, Puerto Rican
Stole that bar from a rapper
He's not real trapper, he's really just another crapper
Calls himself a turd, but he is not a turd
He's just a sheep from the motherf*cking herd
I am not a herd, I am independent
I am on my own, grown
Made in Altadena holmes
The trapping section eight
Now we living in Navaro
Used to trap in West Hollywood, now accaro
Lucaro, Luke, the f*cking plug
Seventeen bitches in the bag, what's next? Uh
Jackson in the studio
Spitting some f*cking bars
Mans got no damn cars, can't really travel that far
Got my boy Sad Mick, can't really get a bitch
Cause these nasty hoes, just want a little man
They don't want no big man
With an ego and confidence
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Writer: Omar Salem
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