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Kidd Saturday - Chkn 'N Grits (feat. RedSun) Lyrics



Kidd Saturday - Chkn 'N Grits (feat. RedSun) Lyrics




If you really
If you really
If you
If you
If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
Then you've got me tripping

Hey
I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits

Look
Come around whipping funnel cake
Sit on down
You a tad bit late
I keep a cape incase I gotta save the state
I go inflate the rate
And hit the party late
Look I'm a lyric governor
Inflation rates
Play on words
In a sorry state
I'ma show you how I'm bout to save the bank
Show'em how I'm bout to take the bank
Look I'm a sword-weilding
Wild'in
Southern-style
Sinus colder than
Man, fill the blank
Door been there
But you been missing keys
Foot to floor
While she aim's to please
Man the wolf of east
Roll with a pack of gods
Rose to ranks
We escaped the odds
Now the plan
To run it past 25
And now we still alive
Time to meet the boss
Whew
How it happen
How it happen
Without you knowing
We in your city
We brought that magic
They know we own it
This one been going
No telling how high
The light been on him
Take time with phonies
They temporary
Your KiDD is golden

I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits

Look
June child from the mothership
Moonchild when the light is dim
We live in moments that we'll never keep
Then rethink our steps when the time is thin
You could accept me now
When that light is low
And the flame is gone
And the dream enough
Shit
When they feending for a fix
And I'm bleeding all the hits
Give the product
Then I give'em more
Charlie Palmer when the visions form
Look
You and me, we ain't cut the same
Me and mine are on a different norm
Trifecta flexing with aggression
Guess they won't f*ck with us
But they've been receptive
Huh
How can you not respected it
Eyes been on me
Peep the f*ckin necklace
Time is money
Gotta keep it stepping
Check your team
They'll be done in seconds
Last year
I found RedSun
Now we're blacking out in my later session
Set to set
You know the crew I'm repping
Better think twice
Before you try to step-in
Now suit invested
Man, who'd have thought it'd be us
It was all expected, yeah

If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
Then you've got me tripping
If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
I don't care
I don't care
I don't
Hold on
You really think I give a flying

I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits
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If you really
If you really
If you
If you
If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
Then you've got me tripping

Hey
I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits

Look
Come around whipping funnel cake
Sit on down
You a tad bit late
I keep a cape incase I gotta save the state
I go inflate the rate
And hit the party late
Look I'm a lyric governor
Inflation rates
Play on words
In a sorry state
I'ma show you how I'm bout to save the bank
Show'em how I'm bout to take the bank
Look I'm a sword-weilding
Wild'in
Southern-style
Sinus colder than
Man, fill the blank
Door been there
But you been missing keys
Foot to floor
While she aim's to please
Man the wolf of east
Roll with a pack of gods
Rose to ranks
We escaped the odds
Now the plan
To run it past 25
And now we still alive
Time to meet the boss
Whew
How it happen
How it happen
Without you knowing
We in your city
We brought that magic
They know we own it
This one been going
No telling how high
The light been on him
Take time with phonies
They temporary
Your KiDD is golden

I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits

Look
June child from the mothership
Moonchild when the light is dim
We live in moments that we'll never keep
Then rethink our steps when the time is thin
You could accept me now
When that light is low
And the flame is gone
And the dream enough
Shit
When they feending for a fix
And I'm bleeding all the hits
Give the product
Then I give'em more
Charlie Palmer when the visions form
Look
You and me, we ain't cut the same
Me and mine are on a different norm
Trifecta flexing with aggression
Guess they won't f*ck with us
But they've been receptive
Huh
How can you not respected it
Eyes been on me
Peep the f*ckin necklace
Time is money
Gotta keep it stepping
Check your team
They'll be done in seconds
Last year
I found RedSun
Now we're blacking out in my later session
Set to set
You know the crew I'm repping
Better think twice
Before you try to step-in
Now suit invested
Man, who'd have thought it'd be us
It was all expected, yeah

If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
Then you've got me tripping
If you really
Think I give a f*ck about what you got to say
I don't care
I don't care
I don't
Hold on
You really think I give a flying

I ain't really with that petty talking that you doing
Aye
I've been focusing on stacking racks and re-attuning
Aye
Getting back into it
I'm finessing in the kitchen
Whipping shit
Boy I'll serve your ass that chicken with the grits
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Writer: Darren Brown, Maurice Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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