Cancion : Chickens
Artista : P. Reign
Album : Dear America
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-chickens-de-p-reign


Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up
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All my life been sellin' birds
Bag 'em up and watch 'em fly
You the killa, you get killed
Where I'm from it's do or die
Been to jail a hundid times and I ain't neva dropped a dime
All my homies rock with rollies, we ain't scared of gettin' time
See me? Scopetalic, smoke cocaine to papa
I'm a grown man, no pro'lem, if you need work, I got it
Can't tell these young niggas shit
Cause we don' came from the bottom
Still got my hand on my hammer
That's for nailin' yo coffin'
One Pac came wit that lama
And walk up out wit that choppa
I give ten Gz to my shooter
Mail yo head to yo mamma, nigga
Two birds in my back, I got two birds in my back
I sell one to get bread, I keep one to get head
Come on!
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Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up
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Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is run it up
I'll go haul up in my cut
Yi cops don't testify
Loyalty before, royalty for my niggas
I'mma ride till the end, till the end
Till the end
All I know is hustle, grind
Till I make a fuckin' mill
Keep it real
Real street, nigga, all I know is run it up
Run it up
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I'mma hit where it hurt
Watch me hit, watch me work
Put a pigeon in the pot, the birdie's dead
So watch 'em twerk
I don't care what block you check
Throw yo hood, bang yo set
Bitch is ovi or you rets
Raise my name so don't get wet
If y'all niggas scared of them cops
Better switch your occupation
Like damn, my block so hot
The fiends come to vacation
Cut it, whip it, slang
I ain't no pimp but I walk with that caine
Ain't got no limp but I walk with that caine
Got 36 chambers, protect your neck
Wu-Tang
You know what I pay for them thangs
Prolly what I pay for these chains
Only fuck with bitches that graduated
Cause I'm in love with them brains
Chickens go for thirty five, you betta pay the price
Or that will be yo death
Welcome to the live, I say
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Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money
Dem chicken go for 35 gotta run my money up
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
Sellin' weed, my pistol tough
All I know is wylin' up
Got got gotta run my money up


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