Chris Brown - Chickenhead Lyrics

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(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

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

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(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

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