Chicken Dinner ft. Rj Lamont Lyrics

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Hit the coney for a six piece wing chicken dinner

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Hit the coney for a six piece wing chicken dinner

Do it like you do it in the mirror wit cha friends

I don't need no honey packet cause I got experience

Street cred transunion equifax experian

Fell in love with a stripper I thought she was my girlfriend

I'm bout ta call up Toya even though she such a tease

I was fidgeting around she got ta squirting on the seats

I consumed too much liquor nodded off in vip

I need a chicken dinner yeah six piece wing fried hard

All flats spicy hot sauce cool ranch

Apologizing to my friends for drunk texts

I'll take a sprite ta drink and don't forget my Texas toast

She told me she a Libra but that ass is saying Scorpio

Touching on that money pole rubbing on that money pole

I didn't know that you could move like damn girl I ain't know

Twerk for me let me see you twerk for me

Pretty young thang she my little tenderoni

Ass in the air titties in the air

Money in the air throw it I don't care

Ass in the air titties in the air

Money in the air throw it I don't care

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Hit the coney for a six piece wing chicken dinner

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Dance like a stripper like a like a like a stripper

Hit the coney for a six piece wing chicken dinner

Thicker than a tree stomp that booty so plump

Do it snapback do it pop can you make it jump huh

Girl you got that cake got that cake got that cake aye

Girl you got that cake got that cake got that cake

I thought it was yo birthday but uh uh I don't think so

I wanna put you on an ice cream cone and cover you with sprinkles

Naughty white bitch what chu doin in the hood huh

I hit that vanilla waffer and made banana pudding

Girl girl you make me wanna sing

But I really can;'t right now ass toted up face down

We done tore up every club on 8 mile

Ass in the air titties in the air

Money in the air throw it I don't care

Ass in the air titties in the air

Money in the air throw it I don't care