Chickenhead Lyrics - Chris Brown

(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 

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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