2 Way Street - Bad Chicken 2 Lyrics

This is my temple, this is my temple
Okay like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Bitch get past like 7-Eleven Who the f*ck are you to question
Play the keys like I be Elton Just an OG lookin' like some freshman
Serve me, y'all should be my henchmen
I don't wanna see you around
Huh, stranger things, what I seen
Bitch give her spleen for a diamond ring, Doorbell, Jewelry bling
Y'all NDP you Jagmeet Singh You'll never think that'd be the best thing
Best boy band since NSYNC Me and Jack, we double sprink
We so hot, we made a new kink
Ha, just made you blink
Brand new link made out of zinc Hold so strong you cannot break
Bake you up like you are a cake You just aren't adequate
On my Wii, gotta stay fit
I don't wanna see you around
Woo, done in a Fortnite, A med kit, Shine like a star, gotta stay lit
I'm high-res, y'all in 8-bit Doin' that trick, you gotta stay set
Wooo, Like I'm a big fan Up in the sky
You know I'm spinnin' round and round Aeroplane takin' off up into the sky
I squish your girl's thighs Then she say bye-bye
Hey, like hey girl, hey
Shut the f*ck up bitch, get out of my way
Yo, put you in a insane asylum F*ck em' and ride em', get it inside him
Wait, what is that Quinn? He's insane
Ever since my chicken it seems he's lost his way
Nah, bro, he's just hangin' down in Melody bay
F*ckin' all the baes, just kiddin', he's gay
No, I'm playin' Blackjack, 21 in your face
I don't wanna see you around