Songtexte No Chicken - TJ $uavé

Aye niggas ain't getting no bread
Niggas ain't getting no chicken
Yea aye yea yea yea

Niggas ain't getting no bread
Niggas ain't getting no chicken
I got a bad little bitch, whenever I'm gone
She work in the kitchen
Niggas be lame as a bitch
They know what I'm on
I'm counting the digits
Bitch you peep the drip
I keep that water like Pacific
Niggas ain't getting no bread
Niggas ain't getting no chicken
I got a bad little bitch, whenever I'm gone
She work in the kitchen
Niggas be lame as a bitch
They know what I'm on
I'm counting the digits
Bitch you peep the drip
I keep that water like Pacific

I ain't want to have to do it like this
See my jewels, my fist
Pretty like a Lotus
Niggas say I'm too turned up like this
How he flood my wrist
Trying to get up on this
Keep on blowing up
Keep on going up
When them stakes fall
Bet I go run up a buck
On you cause I fuck with you
Trying to run my luck with you
I'm a hold it down
Might go do some time for you
Real niggas only
Don't leave me lonely
Bad bitch
And I'm on my way to cop a Rollie
Can you keep up
You going to switch up
Man I got to know
Before I post these pics up

Niggas ain't getting no bread
Niggas ain't getting no chicken
I got a bad little bitch, whenever I'm gone
She work in the kitchen
Niggas be lame as a bitch
They know what I'm on
I'm counting the digits
Bitch you peep the drip
I keep that water like Pacific

Met her up North
Shawty say she came from Camden
Told her sip the poison
Now she think I'm Charles Manson
Connected, I got hell of bars, Richard Branson
A star like Patrick, but this ain't Dirty Dancing
Came in with the wok
But this trench need to get gone
Phone on silent, I don't even know my ringtone
Chopper like it bang
Bang, Fire
Like the Temp-tones
Save up for a coffin, All my life I been dead wrong
Cooling on the low, but I'm right back active
Mr. Fantastic, my gwuap stretch massive
Shawty was aggressive, cause my income passive
Smoking in the driveway, I really hate traffic
You ain't getting bread man, that's tragic
You ain't getting head man, that's tragic
You ain't getting feed man, that's tragic
Cashing, about to surge out on a bad bitch

Niggas ain't getting no bread
Niggas ain't getting no chicken
I got a bad little bitch, whenever I'm gone
She work in the kitchen
Niggas be lame as a bitch
They know what I'm on
I'm counting the digits
Bitch you peep the drip
I keep that water like Pacific