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Fried Chicken

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(Intro: NaS) Uh, lawd lawd Jah What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?) Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah Ehahaha Shit is all true (Verse 1: NaS) Mmm, Fried chicken Fly vixen Give me Heart Disease But need You in my kitchen You a bird, but you ain't a key Got wings but you can't fly away from me Driving in your bucket seats All the way from Kentucky To f**k with me Look what you done to me Was number one to me! After you shower You and your gold medal flour Then you rub on with hot oil for half an hour You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting Lay you down cause you're red hot Louisiana style you make my head rot Then I flock To the bed then, "Plop" When we done, I need rest Don't know a part of you that I love best Your legs or your breast Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a nigga death Created by southern black women To serve massa, guest You gon' be a nigga death Misses Fried Chicken You was my addiction Dripping with high cholest' Like Greeks with his falafel Or Italians with his to-mato Pasta Or roti is to a Rasta Trapping me You and your friend mac and cheese Candy yams, collard greens But you knocking me to my knees It's killing me when I miss, ah Nothing I need more than a fish fry (Verse 2: Busta Rhymes) Shit, It taste good, I can't lie It's like you're walking out a


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