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Popeyes By Smino (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo) (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken-chicken (Woo, woo) Chicken My salad valid b---- 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, n---- 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 s--- like cake and pans Don’t stop my grind, I beat your a-- up That’s you (Okay) I tah, I tah a puddytat My coupe banana pudding, yeah, yellow (Yellow) Pour up, casino ice, black su

[Verse] Bitch off the white, that’s Phoebe Put her on the wall like a TV She back that ass up, mm, bb I’m off the Julio, Don Cheadie Baby on discs, no CD Gotta see it to believe this Say my name in vain, nigga, believe White folks love it when I sing Keepin’ bitch in line like Beijing Moshin’ in the pussy, I’m ragin’ Punk rock bitch get the spliff (Uh-huh) White folks at the show saying nigga Can’t tell if they said the ee-eer If that dude fuck around, say the ee-eer Hit him with the quick right like a detour Cracker with the wood, I’m Jeter Bitch wanna bone, femur Pussy bad, lil’ baby I’m a Libra Pussy bad, lil’ baby I’m a Libra I’m at the door waitin’ on a pack of corn Been on the run, feelin’ like I’m Jackie Chan (Uh) Foot on the road, my life a circus home (Yeah) Made my phone ring-a-ling for the ding-a-ling (Brr) I’m goin’ off that recently, hit it easily She jumped on the wood, got more wood than Genesis Well nigga, well that don’t make me no difference

[Intro] You deserve it nigga, you the king You know what I’m sayin’, nigga, you the greatest, nigga Fuck you mean, fuck you mean Ooh, huh [Chorus] Good ol’ Julio, it always sneak it up (Believe it) Like a lion off them bushes gettin’ hyena (Don’t leave it) The feelin’, the high, high, told that bitch to ease up (Hahahahaha) Said, “I don’t think it work,” and she just rolled her sleeves up The dope inside my bag when I’m smokin’ do-si-do She dance, oh yeah, she dance, I had to go hokey poke (I, I) Her friend bought her Perry Louis sneaks (Ooh) Milan, I thought I might just hit that bitch in that week [Verse 1] Focus on me, learn to be lonely (Oh) All that shit I spent, I started spendin’ on me Good time, I spent it on me, five hundred spent on these jeans She on my buckle, ’boutta make a nigga buckle his knees I just might find I give a fuck and kick the fuck out his… [Chorus] Good ol’ Julio, it always sneak it up (Believe it) Like a lion off them bushes gettin’

[Intro] Groovy Groovy [Verse] Might sound years ago or years ahead And years ago when you was broke Nigga-nigga, you remember what you said? Who put it in your ear that you would be the one to switch to goon from P. Diddy? So many niggas I love, caught up with the dampede My diamonds dancin’ like P. Diddy Sometimes they make me feel pimpy (Make me feel pimpy) Could be doin’ way more outside of buyin’ out the store I ain’t got to wash my hand, so much I done ran out of soap My dawg Evan just told me cook it, the Billy’s you been goat Armageddon I seen the dove flyin’ straight through the far grow (Yeah, yeah) The realest shit I never poked, crush my weed on it then I smoke And to the women I provoke, I’m better off alone Sometimes I wanna be around myself, I drown it out with hoes I drown it with smoke, I’m drownin’ in an ocean full of anxiety And purple soda, you don’t wanna hit my Fanta, leave I use too much I’m bogus Nah baby you don’t want this (Uh-uh, baby you

[Intro] Goddamn nigga, you still rollin’ that shit? Fuck, bruh I got that vino, you know what I’m sayin’? I got your bitch and she know what I’m sayin’, aha I’m just playin’ Nah, nah, for real doe (Ayy, yeah) [Pre-Chorus] Lifted off the sticky weed (Ooh) See, ain’t no place I’d rather be than with you (Ooh) Baby, smokin’ dis doob (Ain’t nowhere I’d rather be in the whole wide world, haha Than right here, you know what I’m sayin’) [Chorus] I rap good, smoke good, fuck good (Yeah) Look good, shit good (Shit good) I rap good, smoke good, fuck good Look good, shit good (Shit good) Good, smoke good, look good Wish a lil’ bitch would I rap good, smoke good, look good It’s good (Ayy, yeah) [Verse] Audemars baguettes, same color chardonnay Snowflake fallin’ out the face by the marble gate I made a call to bae and told her breakfast on the way I’m so late, I push the ball like Charlamagne I marinate and make the music that lil’ momma like My bae got ass, got a MBA

[Intro] Groovy See, baby, you know I just be, out the way, tryna stay High [Chorus] Ah-oww Be high for the holidays, ah-oww You always knew what to say, ah-ah You know you too good to me, girl You know you too good to me [Post-Chorus] Baby (Girl), baby (Girl) Baby (Girl), uh, baby (Girl) Baby (Girl), uh, baby (Girl) Baby (Girl), uh [Verse 1] Oh, hey, this the breathe on (Breathe on) Another bitch to breathe on (Bitch to breathe on) She be on me, yeah she all up on my ding-dong (Ding-dong) What’s that fragrance? You all like it, this bitch be gone (Psht, psht, psht, psht) I’m just playin’, you see me aggy in the lobby with your best man Call somebody, it’s somebody in the deadland Call the reverend, I’ma get it [Chorus] Ah-oww Be high for the holidays, ah-oh You always knew what to say, ah-ah (I don’t know) You know you too good to me, girl (Girl) You know you too good to me (Girl) [Post-Chorus] Baby (Girl) That my (Girl) That my (Girl) That my