| I got chickens in the coupe
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| I got chickens in the coupe
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| I got chickens in the coupe
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| I got chickens in the coupe
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| Maserati with no roof
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| Maserati with no roof
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| Maserati with no roof
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| Maserati with no roof
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| Ten chains on I got the juice
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| They say Doe B got the juice
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| They say Doe B got the juice
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| They say Doe B got the juice
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| I got that Rick Flair it go like woo!
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| Ho’s see me they like woo!
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| Bitches see me they like woo!
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| Niggas know I got that woo!
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| I got chickens in the coupe
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| Pull up on her she like woo!
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| Actavis in my mountain dew
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| Handy man I keep the tool
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| Play with me boy you’s a fool
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| Drop the bands on you like bloop
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| Make you disappear like poof
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| Then I smash off in my Lamborghini
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| Think my top pulled a Houdini
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| Bad bitch I dream of Jeanie
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| And she do not speak no English
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| And my watch a pot of gold
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| And my ears are Aquafin’n
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| I got ten chains on
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| Yeah I’m on my Mr. T shit
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| Shades so dark I can’t see shit
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| Poppin' bars on some geek’d shit
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| Every time yo bitch see me
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| She like woo! |
| leave her speechless
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| I got chickens in the coupe
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| Juggs on both of my lines
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| Throwing money out the roof
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| Screaming how the summer’s mine
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| I got chickens in a foreigner
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| With a bad bitch look like a porn star
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| And I’m covered in designer
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| 100 dollar line-up
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| When I pull up you better get ya bitch and hide her
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| She treat me like Messiah
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| She know you’s a jiver
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| If hatin' was a job I swear to God I’ll hire ya
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| Bricks look like Mariah, off white tan
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| And that same bitch you admire nigga she’s my driver
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| I make plays like Tyler
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| Lil' nigga you can’t size up
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| Giant like a lion
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| Fly like a pilot |