CHICKEN IN THE CROCK POT

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[Verse 1: MONGO]
MONGO in the hood, outside, wish you would
Cookin' beats, grillin' dogs on the block (What's good)
I be chillin' in that parkin' lot, blowin' down woods
Real G, bitch you know I keep Glock (What's good)
That's that second amendment
Fuck I look like, ballin' on some presents for peasants?
Only feed my fam, count bills, presence ascended
Just gotta let me know, shippin' in the pack, I'ma send it
I'ma freak in the motherfuckin' sheets
Never stop goin' in till completion, semen
Worth a couple tril', like the tracks
If I never get a plaque, still stacked, I'm the reason
Motherfuckas' even wanna rap, no lie
M-O-N-G-O, soakin' in the sunshine
G-G-G-O-D-H-A-N-D, I can tell you blind asleep
Keep it motherfuckin' poppin', seven nights a week

[Chorus: GONDA]
Put yo' hands in the air, like 12 pulled up
On the block with the homies, fuck the cops
Shawty make it drop to the flo' with them apple bottom jeans on
What's crackin' like some pop rocks?
Mama got the chicken in the crock pot, cookin' it slow
'Till it fall off the bone, say what?
Yeah, we in the neighborhood, we poppin' bottles in the front yard
Come and grab a motherfuckin' cup, and say, "what's up?"

[Verse 2: GONDA]
B-B-Bitch I'm on my scraper bike, cruisin'
The way the rims spinnin' and movin', it's confusin'
W-W-Women love the way I keep it a buck
Watchin' bitches start runnin' like squirrels for my nuts
A-A-A-And she got the cupcakes in the pants
Bad bitch, on the dance flo', doin' a dance
I-I-I walk up, I said "Do you got a man?"
She said, "Yeah, I do! But I'm just here with my friends!" (What's good)
Shawty, tell me what's good
I got half a mind to take you right back to the hood
Introduce you to my mom's, and my pop's, and my friends
I might even put a fuckin' ring on yo' hand, on God!
You a-you-you a fine lil' thang
You can hold a strap while we ride around with the gang, let it bang
Th-Th-Throw it in yo' purse if they search it
Shawty got the Glock in a bootleg Birkin

[Chorus: GONDA]
Put yo' hands in the air, like 12 pulled up
On the block with the homies, fuck the cops
Shawty make it drop to the flo' with them apple bottom jeans on
What's crackin' like some pop rocks?
Mama got the chicken in the crock pot, cookin' it slow
Till it fall off the bone, say what?
Yeah, we in the neighborhood, we poppin' bottles in the front yard
Come and grab a motherfuckin' cup, and say, "what's up?"

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