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Project Pat - Chickenhead ft. Three 6 Mafia & La Chat (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
La Chat
La Chat
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Norman
Dion Norman
Songwriter
Derrick Ordogne
Derrick Ordogne
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Composer
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Chastity Daniels
Chastity Daniels
Songwriter
Patrick Houston
Patrick Houston
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
[Chorus]
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
[Verse 1]
Bald-head scallywag, 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 for the 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 ****
Should've paid your light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at your mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It's Project Pat, Memphis, Tenn, represent the South
So pass the dro-dro and we gon' stay kickin'
Full of that mo'-mo', holla at a chicken
[Chorus]
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you like my outfit, don't even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
Always in my face, talkin' this and that
Girl, I had to buy some rims for the Cadillac
You ridin' clean but your gas tank is on E
Be steppin' out, ain't got no decent shoes on your feet
That's just the meter broken, you'ont know whatchu talkin' 'bout
Anyway, them new Jordans finna come out
Hate to see you in a club, you mobbin' with a mug
Knowin' that you ridin' with your boy, you nothin' but a scrub
But he was with me, that's when you hated
'Cause when I got up on your friend, your damn near fainted
I sure did, in our face drinkin' on that Yak
Mouth fulla golds but yo' ass need some Tic-Tacs
What? You need some gum, breath like some thunder
What you lookin' at? I don't want your phone number
Boy please, whatever
[Chorus]
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
[Verse 3]
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum, think it's white gold
See them twenty inch Pirellis roll, mane, think they vogues
Dodgin' all my foes, ridin' Caddy trucks with DVD's
A flock of broads followed 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 freshenin' up, it's goin' down tonight
Weave in they head, weed in they purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back with clothes in the trunk
[Verse 4]
I been known to hold my own, I been known to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch with the diamond stones
I'm the fool supplyin' the dro, I'm the fool supplyin' the blow
I'm the player who got you chickenheads knockin' at my door
Tellin' me that you diggin' me, tellin' me I'm yo' man to be
Girlfriend, it's gon' cost a fee, get yo' ass and work the streets
Pay your boy and make me rich so we keep them Swishers lit
Pay yo' fees, we count them G's, cashin' it from all you chicks
[Chorus]
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Boy please, whatever
Bwok-bwok, chicken, chicken, bwok-bwok, chickenheads
Written by: Derrick Ordogne, Dion Norman, Jordan Houston, P. Beauregard, Paul Duane Beauregard, Todd Shaw
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