Tony Shhnow - Chicken Talk lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Chicken Talk lyrics]
Yeah, hello gimme' that
I'm talking to some money right now
Chicken talk
I woke up hearing voices telling me to ball
So my foreign came with Forgi's
My partner told me the block on
Fire so we keep buying torches
What you worried for? Man you
Know you can't afford this
I just cut my bitch off and I
Went and got a better bitch
I just cut the roof and now
It ride like a better whip
Strawberry red beam
My shooters ride with banana clips
Got more money than your daddy
Shitting on your has-been
Oops I meant your husband
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in thе grave with hundreds
I count til' the world еnd
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk
Extendo on my pistol
On the bottom got a rubber band
He said he gon' fire us up
We go and move him with the fan
Didn't perform at Rolling Loud but I
Go stupid with them bands
I got numbers like the weatherman
You know we play it dirty
Competition we gon' bury them
My Glock cocky and this AR is so arrogant
My wrist rocky
That bitch spinning like a ferris wheel
My form fantastic
Your boyfriend his jumper terrible
Plenty racks, I'm having several
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds
I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds
I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk
I'm talking to some money right now
Chicken talk
I woke up hearing voices telling me to ball
So my foreign came with Forgi's
My partner told me the block on
Fire so we keep buying torches
What you worried for? Man you
Know you can't afford this
I just cut my bitch off and I
Went and got a better bitch
I just cut the roof and now
It ride like a better whip
Strawberry red beam
My shooters ride with banana clips
Got more money than your daddy
Shitting on your has-been
Oops I meant your husband
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in thе grave with hundreds
I count til' the world еnd
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk
Extendo on my pistol
On the bottom got a rubber band
He said he gon' fire us up
We go and move him with the fan
Didn't perform at Rolling Loud but I
Go stupid with them bands
I got numbers like the weatherman
You know we play it dirty
Competition we gon' bury them
My Glock cocky and this AR is so arrogant
My wrist rocky
That bitch spinning like a ferris wheel
My form fantastic
Your boyfriend his jumper terrible
Plenty racks, I'm having several
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds
I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk
I don't want your hoe unless that
Hoe came with a girlfriend
Put me in the grave with hundreds
I count til' the world end
Find me in the chicken room
I'm not talking unless that chicken talk
Walk into my trap you listen closely
Then a brick might talk