Chickenheads Lyrics - Dj Paul

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 

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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 beautican 

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 

Photos 

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 

It's 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 

Mouth fulla golds 

But yo ass need some tic tacs 

What? you need some gun 

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 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 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 

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