Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
Used to eat Chinese on the late nights
After laying with a hater who would throw shade wife
Box like a ocean, I ain't think twice
Turned into Larry Bird, homie, that's a great white
Spelled victory on her lips, then she get dismissed
When you kiss, tell me what it tastes like?
If she ain't thick, then you know the face nice
If it gotta switch, then the cake's baked right
Back at HU, used to hit HoChi
Laid up in Cook Hall, couldn't get no sleep
Mumbo sauce, fried rice, four wings
Gotta step around a dope fiend when I leave
Y'all know me, how I be smoke free
But I'm higher than a kite that you let go free
Trainwreck peer pressure by the homies
Now I'm sittin' in the coupe lookin' like Smokie
Actin' like I'm finna OD, brody like "Chill"
You good, for real
Just a lil' weed, you ain't take no pills
All you probably need is a late night meal
Tried to explain I'm a drinker, he cut me off
Told me ride wit' em in the drop
We gon' pick it up but I'm putting in the order now
What you want from the Chinese spot? I be like
Hello? China One
Okay, what your order?"
Let me get, uh—
Uh, three wing, chicken fried rice—want egg roll?
Man, let me get, uh—
Soy sauce? No duck sauce? Okay, 15 minute
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
I be like
I would like
Three chicken wings with the fried rice
Yeah, aye
I remember Green Run nights
Fried wings with the rice, goin' in wit' the drank
Lit with the dogs, gettin' high off life
Mixed in with the dank
Ayy, one to the left, probably get into a fight
So you know we gon' bang
Ayy, one to my right, didn't even say bye
Slid off with a skank
Yeah, send her to pick up the food when she finish the boy off
Told her don't flex on me, you know what I like
And please do not forget the soy sauce
That's when I caught her tryna add to the order
Told her it's dead though
Matter fact, 'cause the head cold
Go 'head, lil' baby, get you a egg roll
Every hood got a China Wok, or a China One or a China Wonder
Well ready to supply the block
And in fifteen minutes, they defying hunger
I would hit 'em on my live nights
When I'm super faded and I died twice
Told the lady on the line like
Chicken wings with the fried rice
"Okay, here your wonton soup with spare rib—twelve dollars, okay?"
"Spare ribs? I ain't order no spare ribs"
"That your order!"
"That's not my order, I had three—"
"No! You pay now, no free food"
"I'm not paying for this! Where are my wings at?"
"You order soup, you pay now!"
"Lady, you must be crazy, I'm gone—I'm not paying for that!"
"You steal our food? I call police!"
Writer(s): Lew Sid
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