Chickenhead (feat. La Chat & Three 6 Mafia)

Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Bald head, skally wag, ain’t got no hair in back
Gelled up, weaved up, yo' hair is messed
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
Shuolda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
Its Project Memphis Tenn, represent tha South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin'
Full of that mo, mo, holla at a chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Yeah, you like my outfit
Don’t even fake the deal
I thought you said
You had your girl on the light bill
Always in my face, talkin' this and that
Girl, I had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
You riding clean but ya gas tank is on E Be stepping out, ain’t no descent shoes on ya feet
That’s just the meter broke, youn’t know’cha talkin' bout
Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out
Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin' wit a mug
Know that ya ridin' wit ya boy, ya nothing but a scrub
But he was with me, that’s when you hated
'Cause when I got up on ya friend, ya damn-near fainted
I sho' did in our face drankin' on that yak
Moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs
What? you need some gum, breath like some thunder
What you lookin' at? I don’t want yo phone number
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
Now, these chicken head hoes
See this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch Pirelli’s roll
Mane thank the vogues dodgin' all my foes
Ridin' Cady truck wit DVDm, a flock of broads follow me From the club to break they knees, fnowin' 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 close in the trunk
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 you
Chicken heads knockin' at my do
Tellin' me, that you diggin' me Tellin' me, I’m yo man to be Girlfriend it’s gone 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
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads
(Boy, please, whateva)
Bwok, bwok, chicken, chicken
Bwok, bwok, chicken heads