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Chicken Talk
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West Coast Rap
Chicken Talk was released on August 21, 2015 by Bearfaced ENT. / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution as a part of the album Antifreeze: Sub Zero
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Release DateAugust 21, 2015
LabelBearfaced ENT. / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
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Performer
Howard Sturghall
Howard Sturghall
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howard Sturghall
Howard Sturghall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer

Lyrics

No time for the small talk
**** get dribbled on when the ball drop
Cater dripping on you like rainfall drops
**** talking that mob talk, they all talk
And I can make that money talk
And if it ain't about chicken bitch you can walk
I said I can make that chicken talk
And if it ain't about money bitch you can walk
Coming from the ice, I was birthed with a cold heart
Each bar paint a picture like Mozart
No Moët but I do sip dark
Smoke dark, pushing cream, posted in the dark
Doing circles round **** like a killer shark
Succeed with Lash, just ducking these white narcs
Still losing weight every time I re-up
Moving so fast I speed out the re-up
I'm busy, keep the clientele in my phone rolling
I move ASAP, I ain't with the prolonging
Lil' bit bunking, grade A hustling
I inhale game from my OG cousins
Taught by the six, far from a classroom
Trap house **** catching runs in the backroom
Trap house, hands laying all over the living room
I'm shooting at you fake rappers like Benny Boom
So play your role and stick to the script
I ain't just woke up, I been doing this shit
A and T, we use sign language
I read for the ham then I'm finna start banging
I was born in the era heavy cocaine Reagan
Actavis and kush got my eyes like an Asian
Non-fiction, clips from my life
Documents of crime, pistol cases and stripes
Momma told me never go out without a fight
So I'm beating ****' ass when I pull up to the light
Still trife, ain't nothing bout me nice
Eyes on my money like a **** on dice
No time for the small talk
**** get dribbled on when the ball drop
Cater dripping on you like rainfall drops
**** talking that mob talk, they all talk
Momma told me never go out without a fight
So I'm beating ****' ass when I pull up to the light
Still trife, success in sight
Got my eyes on my money like a **** on dice
They told me never go out without a fight
So I'm beating ****' ass when I pull up to the light
Still trife, success in sight
Got my eyes on my money like a **** on dice
Early getting dressed for grinding
Clothes still wrinkled but I threw on the iron
**** say they in the hood, them **** lying
I'm AM to PM like my G-Shock timing
Hitting corners, stuffing purple while I'm driving
Scoring with my linemen, Ace deserve a Heisman
Real **** shit, trapper of the year award
Lash everything, nothing less than G4s
I hit then I flip me a bucket bitch
Rider said fuck it, who you fucking, me or my dick?
We don't change clothes like Jay-Z and Pharrell did
We wait till it's time to hit the mall then we get wet
Grinding on the island, rocking for the set
Punks had a line on that white Madonna
Posted on the steps on King and 6th Street
Went down same year you was born, I was free
Challenge me, get clapped in the streets
Feeling like AZ, everybody can eat
HD, stay protected by the ABC
Only rock with bare face, cold guns on the sleeve
Free Meo, I'ma push my route
30 On my lap, me and Ray in the Audi
Prometh', I keep me a Sprite for it
Got them suckers leaking blood by the pint for it
Lean team, I'ma lean on the quick Lash
Right back to the one where we got the brick stash
Momma told me never go out without a fight
So I'm beating ****' ass when I pull up to the light
Still trife, success in sight
Got my eyes on my money like a **** on dice
They told me never go out without a fight
So I'm beating ****' ass when I pull up to the light
Written by: Howard Sturghall
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