CUZ Lightyear Feat. Killer Mike - Chiccen Talk

CUZ Lightyear Feat. Killer Mike - Chiccen Talk
October 8th, 2018
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New music from CUZ Lightyear & Killer Mike "Chiccen Talk"

Song Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuz Lightyear]
All my niggas professionals
All my bitches special
Tap in I’ll connect you
Chicken sandwich from Zesto’s
Track pants with the retros
At the Citco on Gresham Road
I don’t fuck around at the Texaco
I got the, I got the sauce for sale
Free all my niggas in jail, I’ll rot in a cell ‘fore I tell
Now you know my dawg illegal, so my dawg can’t show his face
If I don’t provide no reasonable doubt, the judge won’t throw my case
Trap shit check, cashiers check
Fuck you pussy niggas, need a pap smear check
Cuffin' on your bitch, she is not under arrest
Better take this shit to trial, I am not gonna confess
Look at my ex, look at my next, both of ‘em bad, whole lotta ass
Lil bitty breast, I’m finna wreck, no disrespect
Gettin’ caught in the act is my only regret
Raised in the ‘jects, I don’t fold under stress
Good in the bluff, I’m at home on the 'crest
Get popped like a quiz, I am not one to test
Live on the road, like my name Johnny Quest
C safe it’s a boobie trap, the feds tracked me usin' Google maps
And the phone company, let ‘em do the tap
Damn T-Mobile, that make you a rat
Speed racer, I'ma do the max
Keep it movin' like the Uber app
I’m on Elm Street like Freddie Kruger back
Blowin’ good gas, this that super pack

[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear]
Chiccen talk like Popeye’s, heatin' up the stove
Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin’, trap don’t close

[Bridge: Cuz Lightyear]
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, call my connect, pick up the load
Water Pyrex, heat up the stove
Cook up them yams, eat ‘em up whole
Play wit my check, get hit wit that pole

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
My name is kill, I’m from the ‘ville
I’m whippin' muscle, fuck a Seville
I got your bitch, she on a pill
She suckin' dick, oh what a thrill
Really for what, not really for me
I had to teach her, stop using her teeth
Watch when you fuck again, bet you gone see
All of them compliments, come back to me
I’m in the flame, least 3 days a week
Maybe all 7, if I’m runnin' with Sleep
Shhhh, bitch I ain’t runnin' my mouth, yeah
Bitch I am runnin' the south, yeah
Bitch I ain’t talkin' 'bout records, yeah
Bitch I get mayors elected, yeah
What nigga you know move elections
And still got a brick on his necklace hoe

[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear]
Chiccen talk like Popeye’s, heatin' up the stove
Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin’, trap don’t close

[Verse 3: Cuz Lightyear]
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, call my connect, pick up the load
Water Pyrex, heat up the stove
Cook up them yams, eat ‘em up whole
Play wit my check, get hit wit that pole
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl, beat up the bowl
Beat up the bowl, ice on my neck, mouth full of gold
Drip when I juug, trap out Vlone
Stunt ‘til I’m dead, sleep when I’m gone
Chasing this chiccen, nothin’ for these hoes

[Chorus: Cuz Lightyear]
Chiccen talk like Popeye’s, heatin' up the stove
Wrist counter-clockwise, beatin' up the bowl
Yeen said shit slick, slime wipe your nose
Screen door still swangin’, trap don’t close