10 Chicken Wangs And A Bottle Of Dom Lyrics - Singles - 69 Boyz

Itsty bitsy 

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head 

Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly 

One for the money, two for the show 

Three I want a real big booty to go 

Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks 

And everybody down at the Motel Six 

I had seven girls and they all was tough 

Then I got one more and now eight is enough 

You know at nine we hit the club and we'll have some fun 

And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Now the weekend's here and it's time to have fun 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me 

Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me 

I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room 

I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room 

I got some tables to serve, uh 

I got ears, you and your friends 

Kick them turn nerds to the curve 

And it ain't no thang, yo 

'Cause these wangs the funk 

I'm gettin' drunk off the pain, so 

Brothers stop sweatin' 

I know you want some but none is what you're gettin' 

So, stop standin' on the wall, y'all 

I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol 

But I'ma hit the floor and have fun 

With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

It ain't nothin' but a party, let's have some fun 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom 

Come over to the table if you want some 

Give me some of them chicken wangs 

With celery sticks and dip 

A glass of dom and some hittin' songs 

And a cute girl on my hip, well, come on now 

Give me some chicken wangs 

With celery sticks and dip 

A glass of dom, with some hittin' songs 

And a cute girl on my hip, well alright 

My man was chillin' with a girl he met last week 

But let him dance in the corner 

He damn near sleep, peep 

Jay's little hoe was from Texas 

She was sweatin' his gold 

Layin' him back like he just got a Lexus 

My boy, be in black spinnin' ends in the ends 

In the corner with a set of fly ass twins 

And me I'm sittin' fat 

'Cause I'm the Rottweiler and I'm lookin' for a kitty cat 

And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke 

Or a fly hairdo and a teenie skirt 

Fellas lookin' angrily but don't get mad at me 

'Cause I'm in V.I.P., uh 

My boy, be on a cellular phone 

Hey, yo, wait to hang up 

'Cause these wangs are almost gone 

So, keep 'em comin', keep 'em comin' hard 

Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom 

Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P. 

Instead of eatin' our wangs away 

Watchin' all the girls with the sister curls steady 

Makin' their bootys sway 

Sixty-nine chillin' in the V.I.P. 

Instead of eatin' our wangs away 

Watchin' all the girls with the sister curls steady 

Makin' their bootys sway, check it out now