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choppa - chickenheads lyrics

(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 loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don’t mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok)on stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok)pretty walk walk givin out head
ain’t a thang eat a chicken w-ng
got some gold teeth
at da club trying ta shake that thang
tryin ta get a piece
chicken chicken alwaysin some dumb sh-t
shoulda 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 p-ss tha dro-dro and we gonestay tickin
full of that mo-mo holla at a chicken

(chorus)

(lil chat)
yeah you like my outfit
don’teven fake tha 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 fa da cadillac

(lil chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on e
be stepping 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 jordan’s finna come out

(lil chat)
hate se ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub

(project pat)
but he was wit me
that’s when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya d-mn-near fainted

(lil chat)
i sho did
in our face drankin on that “yak”
mouth fulla golds but yo -ss need some tic tacs

(project pat)
what?you need some gun
breath like thunder
what you lookin at
i don’t want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

(chorus)

(dj paul)
now these chicken head hoes see platinum thick as white gold
se the 20 inch pirelli’s roll mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin cady truck wit dvd
a flock
of broads follows 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 thangon they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close 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 tha fool supplyin tha blow
i’m tha playa who got u chicken jeads 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 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

(chorus)

- choppa lyrics

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