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Stumpah Jay - Chicken Dinner Lyrics



Stumpah Jay - Chicken Dinner Lyrics




Ryan, what took you so long
Yeah, yeah
These niggas be rat, Stewart little
They go diss put em' in blender
White girl, OD trippin' She just said that I'm her favorite nigga

I be geeked up off this wham, baseball bat grand slam
I was raised by mama so I tell your bitch, yes ma'am
Niggas get up in my way, twin tower
I be geeked up off these drugs, so it get wicked after hour

I get mad and get up in my mode, yo lil' bro been on hoe
I be makin' money moves, this lifestyle really ain't no joke
If you suck my dick, then baby girl, I want you to use the throat
They be tryin' to ride my wave, whatever I do, it go on the float
She be tryin' to ride my wave, whatever I do, she gon' fold
Baby, you ain't got no goals, so why the f*ck wouldn't I let you go
Girl this hoe is so annoying , she forgot how to play her role
Baby, I don't want relations, so you could let it go

They see me lit, it got them pissed, tell lil jug, he still a bitch
I be thinkin' to myself, should I chill or get em' hit
Lego piece on back the Glock, I turn that bitch to Miley Cyrus
My pull out game is OD weak, but she had told you it's a virus

Id be damn if I'm out here singin' to these hoes, just like Osiris
My cousin is a bitch, he singin' to these folks, now that's a virus
I'm out on bond, I got no other choice to run it up
Chicken Dinner, these folks behind me still be runnin' laps

These niggas catchin' up, they some bitches
I can't do no clickin' up, I can't do no lockin' in
I don't really f*ck with niggas, I might go and spin they
Spin they kin

Just for the hell of it
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English

Ryan, what took you so long
Yeah, yeah
These niggas be rat, Stewart little
They go diss put em' in blender
White girl, OD trippin' She just said that I'm her favorite nigga

I be geeked up off this wham, baseball bat grand slam
I was raised by mama so I tell your bitch, yes ma'am
Niggas get up in my way, twin tower
I be geeked up off these drugs, so it get wicked after hour

I get mad and get up in my mode, yo lil' bro been on hoe
I be makin' money moves, this lifestyle really ain't no joke
If you suck my dick, then baby girl, I want you to use the throat
They be tryin' to ride my wave, whatever I do, it go on the float
She be tryin' to ride my wave, whatever I do, she gon' fold
Baby, you ain't got no goals, so why the f*ck wouldn't I let you go
Girl this hoe is so annoying , she forgot how to play her role
Baby, I don't want relations, so you could let it go

They see me lit, it got them pissed, tell lil jug, he still a bitch
I be thinkin' to myself, should I chill or get em' hit
Lego piece on back the Glock, I turn that bitch to Miley Cyrus
My pull out game is OD weak, but she had told you it's a virus

Id be damn if I'm out here singin' to these hoes, just like Osiris
My cousin is a bitch, he singin' to these folks, now that's a virus
I'm out on bond, I got no other choice to run it up
Chicken Dinner, these folks behind me still be runnin' laps

These niggas catchin' up, they some bitches
I can't do no clickin' up, I can't do no lockin' in
I don't really f*ck with niggas, I might go and spin they
Spin they kin

Just for the hell of it
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Writer: Julian Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Stumpah Jay
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Julian Jones

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