Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chicken Noodle Soup, artist - Dreezy. Album song Big Dreez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Chicken Noodle Soup |
808 Mafia |
Yo |
What the fuck is up, man? |
You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch |
And niggas askin' me stupid shit like who my competition |
Ain’t no fuckin' competition |
Y’all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y’all ain’t on shit |
Shout out my nigga Southside |
That bitch is gon' have to come with it, for real |
I ain’t even fuckin' around no more, look |
Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it |
Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns) |
LA regardless, all my haters garbage |
And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums) |
I’m the new wave, fuck what you say |
Got the cross on me like dulce (Uh-huh) |
I keep a nigga with the deuce-deuce |
Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face) |
Bring the AC with the AP (Burr) |
The type of bitch a nigga can’t keep |
Got the top down, sittin' waist deep |
I’m like, «Can you see me?"They like, «HD"(You see me, ho) |
Bad bitches who I fuck with |
The rest, I wouldn’t put shit past 'em (At all) |
Used to want to be a good girl |
Now I’m finessin' niggas like a rich pastor |
First check I got was like 50K |
Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it) |
I don’t care where you roll spliffs |
We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that shit up) |
Made a name but ain’t chase the fame |
Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho) |
They sent for me so I came with it |
Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin') |
I’m up before the cock-a-doodle-doo |
At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup |
Got your nigga jumpin' through the hula hoops |
He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye) |
Niggas cappin'' like they really in the booth |
But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it’s cool to do |
Heir to the two, shit old to me, it’s probably new to you |
I ain’t goin' back to what I used to do (Never) |
Bitches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum) |
Fuck a nigga, man, I’m super cool |
Brought my sis to LA on a Friday |
Monday, she was like, «I flew to school» |
They know she my sister so she cool in school |
Gettin' money like a Jewish dude |
Niggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube |
All these bitches switchin', I’m like, «Who is who?"(Who the fuck is these |
bitches?) |
Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy |
When we throw money, shit look like confetti (Money) |
Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy |
White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that shit) |
Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot |
Smokin' like a teapot, I can’t wait to rerock (My bitch) |
Got a ticket with me like a kiosk |
Ballin' like a bitchyotch, flier than a peacock |
And I’m ready for bitches to diss me (Yeah) |
Got that new-new, I ain’t talkin' Nipsey (Yeah) |
Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy) |
Still finessin' the game like a gypsy |
Still rockin' Timberlands like I’m Missy (I be rockin' that shit) |
It get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy |
Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings) |