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WHATMORE
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Chicken Shop Date
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What is happening? Someone gotta conquer the throne, I know I'm the closest Step back, watching the bomb ticking, explosion The black Anakin Skywalker, I'm chosen I feel like Jesus, I'll walk on water, I'm floating Vanish out the crib like it's magic, yeah Bumping all that summertime sadness, yeah Scrapping, throwing hands, where the action? Still, I got the chicken shop underneath the mattress Vanish out the crib like it's magic, yeah Bumping all that summertime sadness, yeah Scrapping, throwing hands, where the action? Still, I got the chicken shop underneath the mattress Underneath the mattress Clean up Rid the mid off the street, homie, too dangerous Epidemic, like a conflict of interest between me and you Hanging off low hanging fruit Not into easy mode, Player One, don't play to lose Fuck it, maybe I'll keep it loose in my pockets Lately, wallet heavy, saggin' my denim, fuck up my posture Wu Wear logo hanging so low, it's touching my Converse First Ave, walking stupid, I tuck the wine in my boxers Walk the nine then I drop her Vanish out the crib like it's magic, yeah Bumping all that summertime sadness, yeah Scrapping, throwing hands, where the action? Still, I got the chicken shop underneath the mattress Like shit, man, I'm finna flip Cutthroat like cinnamon Better get on our good side, some bad day I might kill a man (Whoa) Full fledge on the right timing, come bet on it, ain't turnin' over Whole crew on the top floor making smart moves in some penny loafers I'm that dude Sip it slow, it's that straight Henny, ain't pick and choose Pretty thang on my left side, she like it more when I'm in the mood East side baby, run the avenue, hit my line and I'm out the door Got that flavor, Siciliano bread for the game and a hundred more Vanish out the crib like it's magic, yeah Bumping all that summertime sadness, yeah Scrapping, throwing hands, where the action? Still, I got the chicken shop underneath the mattress Underneath the mattress