Testi musica canzoni

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