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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