Chickens No Flour

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[Young Jeezy]

This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks

Took my j's off and they was in my socks

Stones that big I put them in my watch

Got something for you haters and its in that Glock

(We cooking chickens no flour, We count the money weigh the powder) (x2)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

I got my mind made I wanna be a millionaire

I got my mind made I take them bitches anywhere

I got pocket full of stones like I'm Bun B

I got a pocket full of phones like I'm Pimp C

What ya know snow or ghetto more like Willie D

I park that lamb in that ghetto well thats silly of me (haha)

I got my backs packed yeah I'm thinking road trip

That Mr. Ice Cream, rocky road trip

I'm about that Getti Green yeah I'm bumpin Project Pat

I make it back with these blocks I bring the projects back

So I can cop that black benz for them chicken heads

I'm in the club spendin' ends yeah that chicken bread

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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

I'm in my 87' Swiss thats my stove swag

I whip it till its upset I make the stove mad

There's so much smoke up in this bitch man I can't see

And from a distance it look like I'm makin' iced tea (man you say ice t)

Everybody loves coco, when my dog was on I got them for the low low

I'm in that black on black Lamb, I call it country black

I threw them thirty's on them Lade's, now that's my country Lac

Now what ya license plate say? I'm standin' to tall, now what that .40 cal say?

Bitch I will do ya'll, is it true you be rollin' with them chopper toys?

And everytime you in the club you with them chopper boys?

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