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