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JJ's Chicken
869
Hip-Hop/Rap
JJ's Chicken was released on November 25, 2021 by Talibann Sweatshop as a part of the album Tali Better - Single
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Release DateNovember 25, 2021
LabelTalibann Sweatshop
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raheem J Brown
Raheem J Brown
Songwriter

Lyrics

In that Cat going fast
Yeah, I ball on these ****, not talking Steve Nash
If you give me that pack then you know I won't crash out
To the paper, want the fast route
Yeah
Walk in the spot, my shoes Maison Margiela
I ran up them racks on a whole 'nother level (Yeah)
These ****' pockets broke, light like some feathers
You know I be grinding no matter the weather
In that Cat going fast
Yeah, I ball on these ****, not talking Steve Nash
If you give me that pack then you know I won't crash out
To the paper, want the fast route
To the paper, want the fast route
In the Cat, yeah, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah)
We on the way to that bag
JJ's Fish & Chicken, know I'm gon' drag
These **** biting drip, I guess I'm their dad (Yeah)
I keep the stick in my bag
Run up on me, we gon' take out the trash
Thumbing through the hundreds gave me a rash
He a crash dummy, know he gon' crash (Yeah)
Say he want a feature, we do the math
I'm high as fuck, I feel like I'm a giraffe
These bitches come through, I'm not paying their tab (Yeah)
He don't got no whip, that boy taking a cab
I got them racks by myself
I pull out the money, hide it in a shelf
You not talking 'bout no money, then I'm going deaf
Don't need a team, I'm winning by myself
Walk in the spot, my shoes Maison Margiela
I ran up them racks on a whole 'nother level
These ****' pockets broke, light like some feathers
You know I be grinding no matter the weather
In that Cat going fast
Yeah, I ball on these ****, not talking Steve Nash
If you give me that pack then you know I won't crash out
To the paper, want the fast route
We on the way to that bag
JJ's Fish & Chicken, know I'm gon' drag
These **** biting drip, I guess I'm their dad (Yeah)
I keep the stick in my bag
Run up on me, we gon' take out the trash
Thumbing through the hundreds gave me a rash
He a crash dummy, know he gon' crash (Yeah)
Say he want a feature, we do the math
I'm high as fuck, I feel like I'm a giraffe
These bitches come through, I'm not paying their tab (Yeah)
He don't got no whip, that boy taking a cab
I got them racks by myself
I pull out the money, hide it in a shelf
You not talking 'bout no money, then I'm going deaf
Don't need a team, I'm winning by myself
Walk in the spot, my shoes Maison Margiela
I ran up them...
Written by: Raheem J Brown
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