paroles de chanson Chicken Nugget - Blo

(Exo)

Brand-new timeframe
She want me to buy her a couple watches like this a time game
They keep commentin' in my Live like, "How much time, gang?"
Swervin' in that same Rover, that's the same Range
Fuckin' on twin sisters, they the same thing
We ain't trippin' on the opps, we gon' let it bang

No Chief Keef, but I should phone Glory Boyz
Chrysler had a Hellcat engine in it, it make a lot of noise
Hot boys around this bitch, my people got a lot of cars
Crazy I went from stealin' cars to sittin' down with A&Rs
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a stick
But you can ask the label, I was in love with my blick
I'm in prison, boy, you free

How the hell I bag your bitch? Yeah
You the type I like, hit the stores and buy you Ricks, yeah
You the type I like, I started gamblin', gettin' rich
If they P, I'll be for real, I ain't gon' lie, boy, I'd be sick
You can ask your favorite opps and they gon' tell you I was a trick
Fuck Huaraches, come to work and wear Dior around this bitch
If I run into an opp, I up the score around this bitch
Big dog 'round my way, give me a floor around this bitch
He can't come anywhere, gon' tag a toe around this bitch

Before the rappin', I was rich off hittin' licks
Say you wan' clap somethin', you don't even own a stick
See, I done stole somethin', but I ain't never had a brick
You wasn't even fightin' dogs, bitch, you act like Michael Vick
Michael Vick, not Jackson
Bitch, I been lapped, been recordin' since Jackson
Shout-out to Von, that's how I locked in with Jackson
You was in my class, now you in a prison jacket

I ain't seen Milan, but she still know her daddy
FaceTime with Milan, get on the phone and start laughin'
Text my baby mama, I'll kill you niggas past dead
Bracelets and accessories, I bought you your last kit
Turnt you up a notch, I never said you want a bad bitch
Turn it up a notch, I want all my cars the fastest
Fuck a jail food, bitch, this oxtail and cabbage
Before the deal, you can't even say I was average

One of them ones
I put this motor on this body, the only one
I been the biggest, had your body more than once
It's a knife, but in prison, it's a gun
Fuck y'all, boy, I only owe Milan

Yeah
Niggas hatin' and talkin' some shit
You gotta keep goin' and find your own way