Chronic Dro - Cluckheads lyrics

Cluckheads [Verse 1: Chronic Dro] Well it was two in the morning, the moon was shinning Roaches in my pocket were biting Then rose my eyelids, the sight was so frightening bu*ter faces looking, how surprising If their thighs were a meal they'd be super sized Not the one to take out in a suit and tie The way some guys try, just push through and lie But not I, I know she's not the Best Buy Gotta keep it low key I smoke the best fly Only thing I toke with them is a'ight If she's smokin' squares it's out the door, buh-bye It's a man's world, have to survive If you treat them well they'll be sleeping beside Wake up to see she's got the bug bites Now sit tight, take in your very short life These cluck heads ain't my type (Hook) You put a spell on them baby But not on me, oh no You get by being pretty lazy But not 'round here, oh no No, no, no [Verse 2: Chronic Dro] Most nights I see p**y sold out it the streets I don't judge, they simply make ends meet Rather hoes pimpin' horny men, have the cash speak Well this is what I say, I can beat my own meat That head of yours put me to sleep Seems like the only thing running is that mouth Respond with a backhand, straight from the South Can't be out and about without cash amounts How the f** she want that? I don't even have a strap to shoot out of bounds Doubt you can count these bills, account balance zero Not everyone got funds to play super hero Saving all this p**y with some dinero, sh** No time in the world could afford me that Who needs cool cats when you got a stink sack Cluck heads ain't my type, I feel that (Hook) You put a spell on them baby But not on me, oh no You get by being pretty lazy But not 'round here, oh no No, no, no [Verse 3: Chronic Dro] I've been biting at nips, the ones with the breasts But being a cluck head ain't exclusive to one s** Double cross Mutumbo, oh hell no No question, catch lead to the chest bro Winning with my siblings, I see things Read you like a pop up book that's breathing No I do not believe a word you're speaking Pa**ing judgement like a Sunday pastor preaching Most the bandwagon waiting for my bank to ching-ching But I spent my money getting Asian eyes like Ling Ling Praise be the sh** I've had to live through To "no I won't kiss you", to "eat my pink clit too" You know most men never think through I sort it out in my temple, fixing it simple Same story every day, any time, day or night Ain't no cluck head ever be my type (Hook)(2x) You put a spell on them baby But not on me, oh no You get by being pretty lazy But not 'round here, oh no No, no, no