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Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
Buss one
Hmm, hmm
(Kid, we going to the moon?)
Go get me a soda
(Nardo, you smoked that pack)
Mm
[Chorus]
Go get me a soda (Soda)
Them other **** don't ball like me, no, baby, don't say I ain't told you (I told you)
Got paper fallin' from the sky, she takin' off her clothes now (Takin' off her clothes)
They can't believe I beat the odds, they told me I wasn't 'posed to
Now when I pull up, make the driver pop my door (Pop my door)
All these diamonds on me got me cold (Got me cold)
Bankroll on me sloppy joe
I got her slidin' up and down this pole (Pole)
Gon' need Aaliyah to come and rock this boat
She like Aaliyah, want me to rock her boat (Her boat)
She front row while I rock my show (Rock my show)
Ain't no runnin' out, I got some more
[Verse 1]
Huh, baby, I'm goin' digital, huh (Yeah)
Get the backend and spend it (I spend it)
She need a shovel, she diggin' me (Mm)
I got hoes like Bellamy (Huh, Bellamy)
"I don't know one **** turnt like you," that's what this bitch keep tellin' me, huh (Tellin' me)
Had to get up and go chase my dreams, she told me, "You be sellin' 'em"
I finally see what this cash'll do (I see)
Pink slip to the spaceship, I'm pullin' up like an astronaut
I know magic, I'll show a bitch a trick like abracadabra ('Dabra)
Beatin' her from the back, I'm makin' her tap, she callin' me daddy now
They can't find me, I'm in the Louis store
I walked in with my Louis on
I'm Rastafari, no reggaeton
Crackin' a pint like what we pourin'?
I'm in the Maybach sittin' in the back with the curtains closed, you can still see these stones
Bitch tryna play like I wasn't active, I ain't goin' back and forth with the bitch, I sent her home
Mm, I done lost my mind like where it go?
I ain't get my flowers, now my neck rose (Huh)
Water 'round me, you gon' need Aaliyah to come and rock this boat
Can't find one **** do this shit like me, go lookin' for 'em
Don't say I ain't told you
[Chorus]
Go get me a soda
Them other **** don't ball like me, no, baby, don't say I ain't told you (Told you)
Got paper fallin' from the sky, she takin' off her clothes now (Takin' off her clothes)
They can't believe I beat the odds, they told me I wasn't 'posed to
Now when I pull up, make the driver pop my door
All these diamonds on me got me cold
Bankroll on me sloppy joe
I got her slidin' up and down this pole
Gon' need Aaliyah to come and rock this boat
She like Aaliyah, want me to rock her boat
She front row while I rock my show
Ain't no runnin' out, I got some more
Written by: Rahkeib Smith