Chiccen Talk Lyrics - Cuz Lightyear

[Verse 1: Cuz Lightyear] 

All my niggas professionals 

All my bitches special 

Tap in I'll connect you 

Chicken sandwich from Zesto's 

Track pants with the retros 

At the Citco on Gresham Road 

I don't fuck around at the Texaco 

I got the, I got the sauce for sale 

Free all my niggas in jail, I'll rot in a cell 'fore I tell 

Now you know my dawg illegal, so my dawg can't show his face 

If I don't provide no reasonable doubt, the judge won't throw my case 

Trap shit check, cashiers check 

Fuck you pussy niggas, need a pap smear check 

Cuffin' on your bitch, she is not under arrest 

Better take this shit to trial, I am not gonna confess 

Look at my ex, look at my next, both of 'em bad, whole lotta ass 

Lil bitty breast, I'm finna wreck, no disrespect 

Gettin' caught in the act is my only regret 

Raised in the 'jects, I don't fold under stress 

Good in the bluff, I'm at home on the 'crest 

Get popped like a quiz, I am not one to test 

Live on the road, like my name Johnny Quest 

C safe it's a boobie trap, the feds tracked me usin' Google maps 

And the phone company, let 'em do the tap 

Damn T-Mobile, that make you a rat 

Speed racer, I'ma do the max 

Keep it movin' like the Uber app 

I'm on Elm Street like Freddie Kruger back 

Blowin' good gas, this that super pack 

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[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear] 

Chiccen talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove 

Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl 

Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose 

Screen door still swangin', trap don't close 

[Bridge: Cuz Lightyear] 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, call my connect, pick up the load 

Water Pyrex, heat up the stove 

Cook up them yams, eat 'em up whole 

Play wit my check, get hit wit that pole 

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[Verse 2: Killer Mike] 

My name is kill, I'm from the 'ville 

I'm whippin' muscle, fuck a Seville 

I got your bitch, she on a pill 

She suckin' dick, oh what a thrill 

Really for what, not really for me 

I had to teach her, stop using her teeth 

Watch when you fuck again, bet you gone see 

All of them compliments, come back to me 

I'm in the flame, least 3 days a week 

Maybe all 7, if I'm runnin' with Sleep 

Shhhh, bitch I ain't runnin' my mouth, yeah 

Bitch I am runnin' the south, yeah 

Bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout records, yeah 

Bitch I get mayors elected, yeah 

What nigga you know move elections 

And still got a brick on his necklace hoe 

[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear] 

Chiccen talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove 

Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl 

Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose 

Screen door still swangin', trap don't close 

[Verse 3: Cuz Lightyear] 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, call my connect, pick up the load 

Water Pyrex, heat up the stove 

Cook up them yams, eat 'em up whole 

Play wit my check, get hit wit that pole 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl 

Beat up the bowl, ice on my neck, mouth full of gold 

Drip when I juug, trap out Vlone 

Stunt 'til I'm dead, sleep when I'm gone 

Chasing this chiccen, nothin' for these hoes 

[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear] 

Chiccen talk like Popeye's, heatin' up the stove 

Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl 

Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose 

Screen door still swangin', trap don't close