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flippin’ chiccens lyrics – c-bo

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we flip more birdies than colonel’s chicken
and i ain’t sh-t without my n-gg-s and my b-tches
why’all can’t see me, 3-d on t.v.
we the t-h-u-g-l-o-r-d’s

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[c-bo]
why’all n-gg-s that don’t know me why the loc be
frontin?
just ’cause 38 a day i’m bluntin, trey 8 for nuttin
but in case for the waist for bustin, close range erase
your bluffin
like major snuffin, blaze the oven
boiling hot everytime i drop
metaphor get caught get addiction like rock on the
block
and my glock closed down shop
it’s like “cops” i’m a bad boy
catch me frontin back in the rag, boy
see-bo keep n-gg-s all up in they peepholes
but hold up i’m lethal like blowin up a regal
full of your people, desert eagles to your kids
i’m sick and i can’t help myself
somebody please help me before they melt me
but naw dog you ever felt me
so it’s a must that i clutch guns pop pills
to keep my feelings real, illings will but hold up
it’s a bust of the dough blow up
i bet that i make the world get these nike’s like sho
nuff

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[c-bo]
teck, i’m cowboy the pistol holder, the missile loader
call me christmas, death wish under the missile toe-ah
off of crys will i p-ss or throw up? they diss and load
up
roll through the scene with a peace sign as they get
blowed up
mob figure til i die, westside off the roof with the
bubble lie
why’all don’t want no trouble, guy
you rap about all that ice i could had that
grab that, make you stab that and blast that but i’ma
p-ss that
we ruthless, we get em up until they toothless
killin me on the west coast n-gg- it’s useless
i run from seattle to dago with my l-sso
callhourt to paso, new force from that av-n-l
29th street to avalon
long beach, compton, watts, e.c’s and magnums
357, ghost town, gebermona
hoovers and 6-o’s the rest better get ghost
f-ck with real n-gg-s that bang
not a b-tch ridin a d-ck or the next n-gg- gang
with a teck that i stang from the neck to the brain
when i step in the range i get respect you know i flame
boilin hot, make my gat roar on the spot
disrespect the block f-ck how much they got, the cops
when my weasel go pop you gets the last sound
if he ain’t dead when i dump then we beat his -ss down

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[c-bo]
i pack two glocks, drop bodies with two shots
run a code if they got b-tch it’s gots on the rocks
when my pen and pad connect, plaques i collect
then gats i collect to keep these nacks in check
you want to handle this with guns the stamina, son
i run tons for pamela, one show sh-t forget the dough
i’m all in the get the blow
fully automatic, cuzz, you know how sh-t get go
flipmode when sh-t work more than a ship load
and a grip flip like in a double zip code
your whole city locked down til the big bird drop
cut for the recoppin color gettin for the block
dancin, ballin snortin c-ke at the mansion
add a mill plus like what the f-ck
ecstacy pills and kill, boy we play in the fields
and that 4 mill we spent sittin way in the hills

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/ c bo lyrics