Popeyes Songtext

Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo)
Chicken

My salad valid bitch
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, p-p-p-puffin passing smoking calories
That booty fake, mean Satan a liar (He a liar)
Baby lay [?], then pull up some liar
(Chicken-chicken)

Two Lil' mama, that's enough
And I took 3 shots, that's enough
Think I might fall, nigga that's enough
Got that itty-bitty booty though, that's enough
I got a lil' bit of Julio, that's enough
Enough weed for the studio, that's enough
Raided the-, that's enough (Skrr)

I dip the chicken then and then I hit the bickenhead
I keep the bea-bea-beacon
Flick-flick, you see me, get the cam Flip shit like cake and pans
Don't stop my grind, I beat your ass up
That's you (Okay)
I tah, I tah a puddytat
My coupe banana pudding, yeah, yellow (Yellow)
Pour up, casino ice, black suit, black boo, nothin' better (Uh-uh)
Nigga, I been seein' your type, your boo my boo can't compare, uh
Uh, she embarrassed

Two Lil' mama, that's enough
And I took 3 shots, that's enough
Think I might fall, nigga that's enough
Got that itty-bitty booty though, that's enough
I got a Lil' bit of Julio, that's enough
Enough weed for the studio, that's enough
Raided the-, that's enough

Smino my dawg, it's JT
Shout out everything you doing
Keep puttin' on, keep puttin' on for the city
Shout out Saint Louis
I'm rockin' with you bro
Keep goin'