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Finger Lickin Chicken

knew it, Coats of many colors began to sing along. And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin', Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs. It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken

t give a shit about lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitz Pick up some chicks and get some

come from Well I was south of Detroit city I pulled in this country kitchen To try their brand of barbecue The sign said finger lickin' Well I paid

up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em I been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers Who got plots of birds or chickens

yeah I'm pumping them with the petrol nickle bag dippin I'll meet ya down at the Citgo yeah I sell a little yeah thats how I lick em yeah thats what

womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my john In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop Response I got when I was knocking it Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking

Chorus (x2) I sell chickens They finger lickin Mash potatoes, french fries And they came with a biscuit Trap house a drive thru Dying to serve you Ready

had the prevalege to hold the neena hes been exposed ta penis grown niggas speak wit they hand 'causez they know how ta bring it know how ta fold his fing

it, robotic let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it Scotty, watty, cop it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie crispy chicken