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Oj Da Juiceman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sell Chickens Lyrics - Oj Da Juiceman

Chorus 

(x2) 

I sell chickens 

They finger lickin 

Mash potatoes, french fries 

And they came with a biscuit 

Trap house a drive thru 

Dying to serve you 

Ready to place your order or do you need a menu 

 

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Verse 1 

Culinary Art School dying to serve you 

In the kitchen cookin but this aint no damn school 

Aprons and beat up 

Pyrex and heat up 

Glass pot shawty 

I don't cook in no beaker 

Last time i did my shit like a speaker 

I lost my mind and picked up on reefer 

Right hand kept turnin 

Money was earnin 

Thousand blunt shawty so the kush we burnin 

I buy the jewelry 

Heads was turnin 

40 in my pants like Al Bundy 

Bottom of the valley yea had me bunkin 

Narcs was takin pictures but the J's kept comin 

Mash potatoes, french fries and biscuit one hundred 

Dope game gravy kept me countin the money 

 

Chorus x2 

 

Verse 2 

I sell chickens 

I make biscuits 

30 rack shawty come and get you a ticket 

Mine one hundred 

I dont do false business 

Ice hockey chest but I don't kick it 

I'm trap gifted 

I'm gone get it 

In my trap house got pounds of midget 

White miley cyrus 

Right by the fridgie 

Scale and soda you can really get it 

Ready to place your order like Mrs Winner 

Pull around drive way serve you through a window 

2010 dawg man i had that grey though 

Swing the doors wit 40 cals come meet your grey dough 

Down to stretch a nigga like his name is Play-Dough 

32 E-N-T aint playin no game hoe 

Stackin this money 

Money stack like Legos 

If it was some chips you could call me Pringles 

I could sell a dime throw a stripper the singles 

Orange and black chain lookin like the Bengals 

When my car pass by all the kids holla bingo 

Ball up in the clubs man the hoes on my penis 

With they mouths open 

Like they drinkin semen 

Her phone keep beatin so i keep eatin 

Late night this hoe keep creepin 

He kept callin 

She actin sleepy 

 

Chorus 

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