OJ Da Juiceman – Sell Chickens

OJ Da Juiceman – Sell Chickens Lyrics

Artist: OJ Da Juiceman
Song: Sell Chickens

I sell chickens, they finger lickin’
Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit
Trap house or drive thru
Dying to serve you

Ready to place your order or do you need a menu?
I sell chickens, they finger lickin’
Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit
Trap house or drive thru

Dying to serve you
Ready to place your order or do you need a menu?
Culinary Art School dying to serve you
In the kitchen cookin but this ain’t no damn school

Aprons and beaters, Pyrex and heat up
Glass pot shawty, I don’t cook in no beaker
Last time I did my sh#t bust like a speaker
I lost my mind and picked up on reefer

Right hand kept turnin, money was earnin
Thousand blunt shawty so the kush we burnin
Start buyin’ the jewelry, head was turnin
40 in my pants like Al Bundy

Bottom of the Valley, yeah, they had me bunkin’
Narcs was taking pictures but the J’s kept comin
Mashed potatoes, french fries and biscuit with honey
Dope game gravy kept me countin the money

Mashed potatoes, french fries and biscuit with honey
Dope game was gravy kept me countin the money
I sell chickens, they finger lickin’
Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit

Trap house or drive thru
Dying to serve you
Ready to place your order or do you need a menu?
I sell chickens, they finger lickin’

Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit
Trap house or drive thru
Dying to serve you
Ready to place your order or do you need a menu?

I sell chickens, I make biscuits
30 racks shawty come and spend you a ticket
Mine one hunna, I don’t do false business
Ice hockey chest, but I don’t kick it

I’m trap gifted, I’m gone get it
In my trap house got pounds of midget
White Miley Cyrus right by the fridgie
Scale and soda you can really get it

“Ready to place your order? “, like Mrs. Winner
Pull around driveway, serve you through a window
2010 dawg man I had that grey though
Swing the doors with 40 cals come meet your grey dough

Down to stretch a n#gg# like his name was Play-Dough
32 E-N-T ain’t playin no games ho
Stackin this money, money stack like Legos
If it was some chips you could call me Pringles

I could sell a dime throw a stripper the singles
Orange and black chain lookin like the Bengals
When my car pass by all the kids holla bingo
Fall off in the club all the hoes on my p#n#s

With they mouths open, like they drinking s#men
My phone keep beatin so I keep eatin
Late night this hoe keep creepin
He kept callin, she actin sleepy

I sell chickens, they finger lickin’
Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit
Trap house or drive thru
Dying to serve you

Ready to place your order or do you need a menu?
I sell chickens, they finger lickin’
Mashed potatoes, french fries, and they came with a biscuit
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Release Year: 2008