Everyday fresh, cooler than Herc
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
I got it knocking knocking like who is it?
Fresh out the pot I'm hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' chicken, choppin' chicken
Kennedy Fried; I'm canopy high
So many women I cannot decide
I was born as a gyallis, I cannot deny
I gave her the chills when I ran up her spine
She tooted up and I ran up behind
All my dogs are hungry
Try not to end up on the wrong street
This ain't a place to go on vacation
You better take it to Palm Beach
Always on go I don't screech
Open the jar it's gon reek
I do not f*ck with no offies
I'm bossy; my time is costly
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
Everyday fresh, cooler than Herc
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
I make her do the dishes when I finish choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
It's Ruger Season
Money pon mi mind
Pretty gyal pon mi line
And mi killy dem a carry nuff coin
One lip to mi spliff yute nuh badda try join
Dem hype and cuss seh dem bad
Yet dem nah do no crime
From mi likkle mi a hunt fi di earnings
Dem feel mi just start
But man a touch e road long time
Chicken affi chop or smaddy affi drop
Yow run di f*ckin food nah boy
You feel dis a joke?
Man fresh like wet paint
Gyal love fi press play
Seh mi mek she heart beat
Up inna di chest plate
So mi nibble pon di nipple
Tell she how di breast taste
A so mi stay dawg
To how mi pree mi goal
Yuh woulda swear mi tan footballer
Picasso with di kush, it's a good draw dat
Hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' up the, chop
Chop choppin' up the
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Everyday fresh, cooler than Herc
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
I got it knocking knocking like who is it?
Fresh out the pot I'm hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' chicken, choppin' chicken
Kennedy Fried; I'm canopy high
So many women I cannot decide
I was born as a gyallis, I cannot deny
I gave her the chills when I ran up her spine
She tooted up and I ran up behind
All my dogs are hungry
Try not to end up on the wrong street
This ain't a place to go on vacation
You better take it to Palm Beach
Always on go I don't screech
Open the jar it's gon reek
I do not f*ck with no offies
I'm bossy; my time is costly
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
Everyday fresh, cooler than Herc
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
I make her do the dishes when I finish choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
It's Ruger Season
Money pon mi mind
Pretty gyal pon mi line
And mi killy dem a carry nuff coin
One lip to mi spliff yute nuh badda try join
Dem hype and cuss seh dem bad
Yet dem nah do no crime
From mi likkle mi a hunt fi di earnings
Dem feel mi just start
But man a touch e road long time
Chicken affi chop or smaddy affi drop
Yow run di f*ckin food nah boy
You feel dis a joke?
Man fresh like wet paint
Gyal love fi press play
Seh mi mek she heart beat
Up inna di chest plate
So mi nibble pon di nipple
Tell she how di breast taste
A so mi stay dawg
To how mi pree mi goal
Yuh woulda swear mi tan footballer
Picasso with di kush, it's a good draw dat
Hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' up the, chop
Chop choppin' up the
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
I got it knocking knocking like who is it?
Fresh out the pot I'm hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' chicken, choppin' chicken
Kennedy Fried; I'm canopy high
So many women I cannot decide
I was born as a gyallis, I cannot deny
I gave her the chills when I ran up her spine
She tooted up and I ran up behind
All my dogs are hungry
Try not to end up on the wrong street
This ain't a place to go on vacation
You better take it to Palm Beach
Always on go I don't screech
Open the jar it's gon reek
I do not f*ck with no offies
I'm bossy; my time is costly
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken, hop
Hopping out the kitchen, chop
Choppin' up the chicken
Everyday fresh, cooler than Herc
I got the links; who wanna purchase?
Look at your face; why you so nervous?
She tight as a virgin but way more perverted
You really think you balling
But you barely grabbing the rim
I chase the money around
I'm playing tag with an M
And I'm lit lit, Bic flick
Killing this shit with no witness
Lit lit, Bic flick I got that girl on my hit list
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
You can find me in that kitchen choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
I make her do the dishes when I finish choppin' chicken
In that kitchen choppin' chicken
It's Ruger Season
Money pon mi mind
Pretty gyal pon mi line
And mi killy dem a carry nuff coin
One lip to mi spliff yute nuh badda try join
Dem hype and cuss seh dem bad
Yet dem nah do no crime
From mi likkle mi a hunt fi di earnings
Dem feel mi just start
But man a touch e road long time
Chicken affi chop or smaddy affi drop
Yow run di f*ckin food nah boy
You feel dis a joke?
Man fresh like wet paint
Gyal love fi press play
Seh mi mek she heart beat
Up inna di chest plate
So mi nibble pon di nipple
Tell she how di breast taste
A so mi stay dawg
To how mi pree mi goal
Yuh woulda swear mi tan footballer
Picasso with di kush, it's a good draw dat
Hopping out the kitchen
Choppin' up the, chop
Chop choppin' up the
Writer: Stephen Hunte
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