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

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

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

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

scala-wag
Ain't got no hair in
up weaved up
Yo is messed up
Need to get bout' a mission
Get up on run to beautician
Run game until the is gravy
That don't spend cheese fa tha baby
(Bwok bwok) on a stalk for a bootleg
(Bwok bwok) pretty walk walk out head
Ain't a thang eat a chicken
Got gold teeth
At da club tryin ta shake that
ta get piece
Chicken chicken always into some dumb
Shoulda paid ya light
You a outfit
Stay at ya mammy
And a smart mouth
Its Project Pat Memphis represents tha south
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay
Full of that mo mo at a chicken

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

you like my outfit
Don't even fake the
I thought you said you had your girl on the bill

in my face
Talkin and that
Girl I had to buy some for da Cadillac

You clean
But your gas is on E
Be out ain't got no decent shoes on ya feet

That's the needle broke
Youn't talkin bout
Anyway them new bout ta come out

ta see you in a club
Ya wit a mug
Knowin you ridin wit ya boy
You but a scrub

But he was me
That's you hated
when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

I sho did
In our face drankin on "yak"
Moutth fulla golds but yo ass some tic tacs

What? you need gum
Breath some thunder
What you at
I don't want yo number
(Boy whateva)

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

Now these chicken hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 Pirelli's roll
Mane they vogues
Dodgin all my
Ridin truck wit dvd
A flock of follow me
From the club to break they
that's all I want
Straight out tha
Tha rest ain't smellin
The last thang on they is freshin up
Its goin down
Weave in they
Weed in they
crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the

I been known to my own
I been known to ride on
I been known to flip a platinum wit the diamond stones
I'm the supplyin tha dro
I'm tha fool tha blow
I'm tha who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
me that you diggin me
me I'm yo man to be
Girlfriend its gona a fee
Get yo rags and that streets
Pay ya boy and me rich
So we keep them lit
Pay yo fees we count g's
Cashin it all you chicks

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