London On Da Track - Chickens lyrics

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London On Da Track - Chickens lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug] Really, really, really babe I'm stacking chips, chips Hundred thousand dollars on it, cool The way I pull up on 'em, they really could sue I might just make the news The way a n***a doubting, how the hell these n***as robbing and get k**ed for riding How the hell these n***as cappin' and get k**ed when clapping Baby girl I want that camel-toe just like Aladdin Baby girl I want that camel-toe just like Aladdin [Verse 1: Young Thug] I wanna see it, I really wan' be it Her head dumber than a spare Pyrex on a kiosk Yeah, a hundred bands in that one lick Snake like "don't tread," left that b**h for dead Drag yourself to the back row, whole row's a party Thugga-thugga ran it up from the back page n***a, I don't use pistols but I'm having lead You get shot down in the street like the f**ing rain All my pints are double sealed of a f**ing real Count a million doing deals with no f**ing deal I done took over my city, still love it still p**y wet-wet, I'mma dive in like a pool [Hook] [Verse 2] Cameltoe, cameltoe, baby girl bring me the cameltoe We not the same I'm an animal, please put me where the piranhas go Five thousand dollar for my shoes, I'm standing on couches, no manners though We too turnt up, we drinking out the cantaloupe riding on banana boats Jumped into bed with this b**h and I put my fingers where the panties go s**ed my cucumber then nut in her mouth Now she looking sour like I'm in it though Panoramic, just might pull up on Young Thugga like here you go bro I got more snow than the cold, expensive toe rings on my toes YSL YSL YSL YSL YSL YSL Let 'em out of jail, let 'em out of jail, please let 'em out of jail If you don't thugga gonna call up Lil Hell Lord knows I ain't trying to go back to jail

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