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| 69 Boyz Miscellaneous 10 Chicken Wangs And A Bottle Of Dom Intro: Itsty-Bitsy! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey a chicken head Bone legged, buckteeth butterfly! Verse 1: One for the money, two for the show Three I want a real big booty to go Check it, for the homies, five for the tricks And everybody down at the Motel Six I had seven girls and they all was tough Then I got one more, and now eight is enough You know at nine we hit the club and we'll have some fun And get ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Now the weekend's here, and it's time to have fun Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom True, up in the club, got love, go ahead and show me Holla at a dog baby, you know you know me I know you like the sound of the booms so lay the room I'm gonna break you off shortly in the hotel room I got some tables to serve, uh I got ears, you and your friends kick them turn nerds to the curve And it ain't no thang, yo Cause these wangs the funk, I'm gettin drunk off the pain, so Brothers stop sweatin I know you want some, but none is what you're gettin So, stop standin on the wall, y'all I got some greasy old fingers and a belly full of alcohol But I'ma hit the floor and have fun With ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Chorus: Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom It ain't nothin but a party, let's have some fun Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Ten chicken wangs and a bottle of dom Come over to the table if you want some Verse 2: Give me some of them chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip A glass of dom, and some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well come on now Give me some chicken wangs with celery sticks and dip A glass of dom, with some hittin songs, and a cute girl on my hip, well alright My man was chillin with a girl he met last week But let him dance in the corner, he damn near sleep, peep Jay's little hoe was from Texas She was sweatin his gold, layin him back like he just got a Lexus My boy, be in black spinnin ends In the ends, in the corner with a set of fly ass twins And me I'm sittin fat Cause I'm the rottweiler and I'm lookin for a kitty cat And some high heel pumps and a Doolian-Burke Or a fly hairdoo and a teenie skirt Fellas lookin angrily But don't get mad at me, cause I'm in V.I.P., uh My boy, be on a cellular phone Hey, yo, wait to hang up cause these wangs are almost gone So, keep 'em comin, keep 'em comin hard Them buffalo wangs and a bottle of dom Chorus Verse 3: Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway Sixty-nine chillin in the V.I.P., instead of eatin our wangs away Watchin all the girls, with the sister curls steady makin their bootys sway Check it out now |
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