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

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

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

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

scala-wag
Ain't got no in back
Gelled up up
Yo is messed up
Need to get a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to
Run until the game is gravy
don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(Bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a
(Bwok bwok) pretty walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a wang
Got some teeth
At da tryin ta shake that thang
ta get piece
Chicken chicken always into some dumb
Shoulda paid ya light
You a outfit
Stay at ya mammy
And keep a mouth
Its Project Pat Tenn represents tha south
So tha dro-dro and we gone stay kickin
Full of mo mo holla at a chicken

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

Yeah you like my
even fake the deal
I thought you said you had girl on the light bill

in my face
Talkin this and
Girl I had to buy some rims for da

You ride
But your gas is on E
Be stepping out got no decent shoes on ya feet

That's just the broke
Youn't know'cha talkin
Anyway them new Jordans ta come out

Hate ta see you in a
Ya wit a mug
Knowin that you wit ya boy
You nothing but a

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

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

What? you some gum
like some thunder
What you at
I don't yo phone number
(Boy whateva)

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

Now these head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch roll
thank they vogues
Dodgin all my
Ridin Cady wit dvd
A flock of broads me
From the to break they knees
Knowin that's all I
Straight out tha
Tha ain't smellin right
The last on they mind is freshin up
Its goin down
Weave in they
Weed in they
Still
seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk

I known to hold my own
I been to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the stones
I'm the fool tha dro
I'm tha fool tha blow
I'm tha playa who got u chicken 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 bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken (boy please whateva)
Bawk bawk, chicken
Bawk bawk, chicken