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69 boyz - 10 chicken wangs and a bottle of dom lyrics

intro:
itsty-bitsy!
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head
bone legged, buckteeth b-tterfly!
verse 1:
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 w-ngs and a bottle of dom
now the weekend’s here, and it’s time to have fun
ten chicken w-ngs 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 w-ngs 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 w-ngs and a bottle of dom
chorus:
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
it ain’t nothin but a party, let’s have some fun
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
ten chicken w-ngs and a bottle of dom
come over to the table if you want some
verse 2:
give me some of them chicken w-ngs with celery sticks and dip
a gl-ss of dom, and some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well
come on now
give me some chicken w-ngs with celery sticks and dip
a gl-ss 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 d-mn 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 -ss 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 hairdoo 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 w-ngs are almost gone
so, keep ’em comin, keep ’em comin hard
them buffalo w-ngs and a bottle of dom
chorus
verse 3:
sixty-nine chillin in the v.i.p., instead of eatin our w-ngs 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 w-ngs away
watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys
sway
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