Project Pat - Chickenhead Lyrics

Chorus

Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
Bwok bwok, chicken chicken
Bwok bwok, chicken heads
(4x)

(Project Pat)

Bald-head scala-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 fa 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 da club tryin'' ta shake that thang
Tryin' ta get 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 tha south
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin'
Full of that mo mo holla at a chicken

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(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 ride clean
But ya gas tank is on E
Be stepping out ain't got no decent 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 ta see you in a club
Ya mobbin' wit a mug
Knowin' that you ridin' wit ya boy
You nothing 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"
Moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

(Project Pat)

What? you need some gum
Breath like some thunder
What you lookin' at
I don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

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(Dj Paul)

Now these chicken head hoes see
This platinum thick as whitegold
See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
Mane thank the vogues
Dodgin' all my foes
Ridin' Cady truck wit dvd
A flock of broads follow me
From the club to break they knees
Knowin' that's all I want
Straight out tha club
Tha 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 tha fool supplyin' tha blow
I'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin' at my do
Tellin' me that you diggin' me
Tellin' me 'm yo man to be
Girlfriend it's gona cost a fee
Get yo rags and work that 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

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