Chicken Sandwich Lyrics – Finesse2Tymes

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[Chorus]
I’m ’bout my cheese (Cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Let me get that)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (My bread)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken, ayy)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Finesse)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (Big Ricky), I’m ’bout my— (2Tymes)

[Verse 1]
I want a Perc’ (Perc’), I want a Yerk (A Yerk)

I want her head, (Her head), I want her legs (Her legs)
Fu*k on a chair (A Chair), fu*k on a pallet, I’m tryna fu*k that lil’ b!tch on the bed (The bed)
I’m ’bout my fetty (My fetty), I’m ’bout my wap (My wap)
I just might high speed on the cops (On the— skrrt)
I just might throw a party for the opps (The opps)
I like my n!gga’s b!tch, told him swap (Let me get that)
I like my n!gga’s b!tch, told him switch (Get out)
Ffft, frrt, hit that b!tch with a switch (Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt)
Better not stop at that light, n!gga, go (N!gga, go)
I’m tryna get me some motherfu*king mo’ (I’m tryna get me some motherfu*king mo’)
Boy, you a joke, she told you I’m her bro (Told you I’m her bro)
Catch a blogger, treat him like a ho (Treat him like a ho)
Big TRX, Benz too slow (Slow), sixty seconds, I pull up, what you want? (What you want?)

[Chorus]
I’m ’bout my cheese (Cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Let me get that)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (My bread)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken, ayy)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Finesse)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (Big Ricky), I’m ’bout my—

[Verse 2]

One-fifty a zip (An ounce), trap out the yo (Out the yo)
You better not catch that lil’ boy at the store (You better not)
You better not catch that lil’ boy in the cut (You better not)
Get him on camera, ooh, he got flushed
Ooh, baby, I’m finna bust (Ooh)
She like, “Big Ricky, that ain’t enough” (Big Ricky)
I made her cum, I made her run (Run)
I hit her raw (Raw), we made a son (Son)

[Chorus]
I’m ’bout my cheese (Cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Let me get that)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (My bread)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken, ayy)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (My lettuce), I’m ’bout my bread (Finesse)
I’m ’bout my cheese (My cheese), I’m ’bout my chicken (My chicken)
I’m ’bout my lettuce (Big Ricky), I’m ’bout my— (Two fifty)

[Outro]
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