| Chick King, the best thigh and the breast | 
| Everybody wants a piece on the ends | 
| I paid for it, I won’t even pretend | 
| Thought our shit was sorted till she got grease on my bed | 
| And I went quiet on her | 
| Yeah, hit the silence on her | 
| She was weighting me down, I had to diet on her | 
| She fucks with me cuh I’m getting chips | 
| And I’ll always have a wingman if she got relatives | 
| No, baby, I’ll let you know, baby | 
| You’re gonna kill me if I see you every day | 
| Let me go, baby, uh, just let me go, baby | 
| You know it’s been a generation game | 
| From my old lady, yeah, and her old lady | 
| You’re gonna feel me if I see you every day | 
| In my postcode, and I won’t say no, so | 
| Why you acting like you don’t know? | 
| I love you like cooked food | 
| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food | 
| Even though I don’t cook food | 
| You know I love you like cooked food | 
| You should never dress like you’re under-priced | 
| Cause they ain’t seeing where you’re coming from in life | 
| Standing on the market, everybody wants a slice | 
| Think your mother dropped the egg for them to cut you with the knife? | 
| It’s a cutthroat business, I trust no women | 
| I give the world my heart and hope the love grows in 'em | 
| And one day we’ll have our own son or chicken | 
| They’re both born gold and they cluck no different | 
| No way, I love it when you dress saucy | 
| And the way you make it dip when you’re naughty | 
| Are you really gonna keep me fit till I’m fourty? | 
| In casinos, tryna get chips to divorce me | 
| All jokes aside, I’ll get some fries with you | 
| And I don’t have a side chick because I side with you | 
| Yeah, the weather’s hot, I guess I’ll fry with you | 
| I’m tryna bubble like Coke and supersize the view | 
| I love you like cooked food | 
| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food | 
| Even though I don’t cook food | 
| You know I love you like cooked food | 
| Remember when I was hungry doing stick-ups on the ends? | 
| You’re the only one that kept me fed | 
| I got my Ps up so I had to let 'em spread | 
| Now everywhere I go, I’m dropping bread on chicken heads | 
| I’m happy that I now see you all over the ends | 
| 'Cause I can see the power in them legs | 
| Think I can get some salad with them breasts? | 
| If you can still fly, I’ll stay with you till the end | 
| I love you like cooked food | 
| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food | 
| Even though I don’t cook food | 
| You know I love you like cooked food |