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    Project Pat / Lyrics

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    "Chickenhead" Lyrics

    Project Pat feat. Three 6 Mafia

    bawk bawk, chicken chicken
    bawk bawk, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
    bawk bawk, chicken chicken
    bawk bawk, chicken heads

    [Project Pat]
    bald-head scala-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 fa 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 da club tryin ta shake that thang
    tryin ta get 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
    its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represents tha south
    so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay kickin
    full of that mo mo holla at a chicken


    [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 ride clean
    but your gas tank is on E
    be stepping out ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet

    [Project Pat]
    that's just my meter broke
    youn't know'cha talkin bout
    anyway them new Jordans bout ta come out

    [La Chat]
    hate ta see you in a club
    ya mobbin wit a mug
    knowin that you ridin wit ya boy
    you nothing 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"
    moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

    [Project Pat]
    what? you need some gum
    breath like some thunder
    what you lookin at
    i don't want yo phone number
    (boy please whateva)


    [Dj Paul]
    now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
    see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
    mane thank they 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
    its 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 Jon]
    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 heads knockin at my do
    tellin me that you diggin me
    tellin me i'm yo man to be
    girlfriend its gona cost a fee
    get yo rags and work that 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

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Derrick Ordogne, Dion Norman, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Todd Anthony Shaw.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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