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Chicken & Rice Video (MV)




Performed By: JustBooming
Language: English
Length: 1:32
Written by: Armar Thomas




JustBooming - Chicken & Rice Lyrics




I'm a paper chaser, f*ck a hater, I'm a run it up, I'm a block beater, head-busser, barking in your speaker
Real big dog, I been getting money, you can ask the teacher, got an F on my report card now
I'm a felon, I just want a Mac 11, bring the shit, in from Texas, next week
Different schedule, I'm running up the digits

On my way to Portsmouth, I gotta make it back
Spend a rack, make it back, I know I showed you how to trap, you jumped off the porch
I jumped over the fence, and I unlocked the gate

I told my dogs, come this way
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick

She like the way I roll, four, five, six
On his head, that's the hit
I'm a dog, I'm a pit, I'm a champion
You don't want to shake and lock, you need a Glock, you a bitch

I'm running with the pack, I'm trapping with the pack
I'm running up the check, we swipe it down, we hold it flat
Let me run it back, I rock the weight, I check the bake
Nigga, hold it down, that's a jake

Like Gucci, Loui, fake
Nigga, free the snake
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six

Nigga, that's a hit
Throw me the ball, I'll run it back
Touchdown, just like that, just like that
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick

She like the way I roll, four, five, six
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six
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I'm a paper chaser, f*ck a hater, I'm a run it up, I'm a block beater, head-busser, barking in your speaker
Real big dog, I been getting money, you can ask the teacher, got an F on my report card now
I'm a felon, I just want a Mac 11, bring the shit, in from Texas, next week
Different schedule, I'm running up the digits

On my way to Portsmouth, I gotta make it back
Spend a rack, make it back, I know I showed you how to trap, you jumped off the porch
I jumped over the fence, and I unlocked the gate

I told my dogs, come this way
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick

She like the way I roll, four, five, six
On his head, that's the hit
I'm a dog, I'm a pit, I'm a champion
You don't want to shake and lock, you need a Glock, you a bitch

I'm running with the pack, I'm trapping with the pack
I'm running up the check, we swipe it down, we hold it flat
Let me run it back, I rock the weight, I check the bake
Nigga, hold it down, that's a jake

Like Gucci, Loui, fake
Nigga, free the snake
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six

Nigga, that's a hit
Throw me the ball, I'll run it back
Touchdown, just like that, just like that
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick

She like the way I roll, four, five, six
Trying to get rich, I don't need a brick
She like the way I roll, four, five, six
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Writer: Armar Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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