Chris Brown Chickenhead Lyrics

Chickenhead Lyrics

(chorus)

bwok bwok, chicken chicken

bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy
please whateva)

bwok bwok, chicken chicken

bwok bwok, chicken
heads

(x4)



(Project Pat)

Bald-head skally-wag, ain't
got no hair in back

Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up

Need
to get bout a hustle mission

Get up on loot run to beautician

Run
game until the game is gravy

That don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby

(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg

(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk
givin out head

Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang

Got some gold
teeth, at the club tryna shake that thang

Tryna get a piece, chicken
chicken always into some dumb shit

Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought
a outfit

Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth

It's Project
Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South

So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay
tickin

Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken



Chorus



(La Chat)

Yeah you like my outfit, don't even fake the deal

I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill



(Project
Pat)

Always in my face talkin this and that

Girl I had to buy some
rims for da Cadillac



(La Chat)

You riding clean but ya gas
tank is on E

Be steppin out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet



(Project Pat)

That's just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin
bout

Anyway them new Jordans finna come out



(La Chat)

Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug

Knowin that ya ridin wit ya
boy, ya nothin but a scrub



(Project Pat)

But he was with me,
that's when you hated

cause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near
fainted



(La Chat)

I sho did in our face drankin on that
"yak"

Mouth fulla gold but yo ass need some Tic-Tacs 



(Project Pat)

What? You need some gum, breathe like some thunder

What you lookin at? I don't want yo phone number

(boy please
whateva)



Chorus



(Dj Paul)

Now these chickenhead
hoes see this platinum thick as white gold

See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues

Dodgin all my foes ridin Caddy truck wit dvd

A flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees

Knowin
that's all I want straight out the club

The rest ain't smellin right the
last thang on they mind is freshin up

It's goin down tonight, weave in
they head

Weed in they purse, still crunk

Baby seats all across the
back wit clothes in the trunk



(Juicy J)

I been known to hold
my own

I been known to ride on chrome

I been known to flip a
platinum watch wit the diamond stones

I'm the fool supplyin tha dro

I'm the fool supplyin tha blow

I'm the playa who got u chicken heads
knockin at my do

Tellin me that you diggin me

Tellin me I'm yo man
to be

Girlfriend its gone cost a fee

Get yo ass and work the
streets

Pay ya boy and make me rich

So we keep them swisher's
lit

Pay yo fees we count them G's

Cashin it from all you chicks



Chorus