Young Nudy - McChicken

Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin')
Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin')
Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they-)
Damn, them diamonds they (they hit-)
(COUPE)

Paper, I get a lot of
Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em
Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow
I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah
Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em
Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah)
All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty
You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty
White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass gangsta bitch talkin'
How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood
And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Slime, slime)

Goddamn big slime, hang with the goons and robbers
Really don't call me that much for no problems
Grippin' on my nuts, that bitch got my choppa
Shootin' up shit, man, I'll kill it no problem
Born a villain, became a robber
Takin' your heart away, shit not a problem
Who want some smoke with me? Bitch, it's a problem
I got 'em
Back outside I'm with it
Youngin', I'm ridin' switches
I ain't stuntin' these bitches
All these hoes golddiggin'
I came from nothin', lil' nigga, came from rags to riches
Swear to God I was so broke, used to be at JCPENNEY (damn)
Now youngin' throw me a penny

You know a thousand is a penny to me
Just to let you know

Paper, I get a lot of
Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em
Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow
I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah
Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em
Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah)
All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah)
Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty
You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty
White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass gangsta bitch talkin'
How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood
And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Big Slime)

Goddamn runnin' this bitch and I'm ballin'
Step through the hood, man I walk in them Loubs
Spendin' all these racks on these motherfuckin' shoes
Get your bitch fucked when she see all them blues
Play with a real one, you know you gon' lose (lose, yeah, damn)
Anyway bitch, you don't know what to do (anyway)
Pop one with your friend, make them hoes choose
Get them together, it's a move (vibe)
Killin' that pussy, I'm gon' (slide)
Back in the hood where you know it's a vibe
I'm in Zone 6, bitch, the eastside
Thots outside, and my shooters outside
Trappin' all day, you can come get a pack
Lookin' like a lick, you can meet me in the back
Sweet ass nigga, take 'em all like that (take 'em all, take 'em all)

This gang shit, no lame shit (yeah, uh-huh)
We dangerous (yeah), yeah, we dangerous (yeah, we dangerous)
Yeah, what you thinkin'? (What? What?)
Must be crazy (must be crazy, nigga)
They ain't tell you about this shit, nigga? (They ain't tell you?)

Paper, I get a lot of
Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em
Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow
I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah
Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em
Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah)
All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' solve the problem (yeah, handle him)
Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty
You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty
White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass gangsta bitch talkin'
How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood
And they motherfuckin' still talkin'?

Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That type shit
Yeah

Written by:
Edward Maclin Cooper III, Quantavious T. Thomas

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