B-Ly & WillFake - Chicker lyrics

[Hook] (Chicka) B-ly and WillFake (chicka-chicka) Keep scratchin' (chicka x10) Remain rubbin', everybody can follow us (chicka) Modern dances (chicka-chicka) Traditional dances (chicka) Waddle your body (chicka) Shake it! [Verse 1 : WillFake ] Throw away your laziness Stop waitin' for your hit-or-miss Better belly-dance with me Wiggle that and starts singin' like Whitney Follow the music, but I'm gonna punch ya if ya wee-wee me (Chicka) Move your trunk, yeah Prick, don't let me pull you till you don't goldbrick With a set of lifebuoy, let's swim in that creek Go fritterin' the minute like the anthem of f**in' Greek Movin' quicker than a motorcycle Eat ‘em fruit but I haven't heaven fruit and bananas So let us go psycho (chicka-chicka-chicka) I'm WillFake, hotter than Eminem or Slim Shady So let's waddle your body as smooth as the water wave goes Crank the volume up, it doesn't matter if it's eaten away I'm still the graymatter and I'ma bet the people to be playin' the Rock ‘n' Roll song And get the dialogue, said, “We will never be comin' back home ‘fore we sing till in the throat there is a frog, and we're over to cut the F rug!” [Hook] [Verse 2 : B-ly] Hit the Root Beer in Alfamart Kick the gas, make a crash in K-Mart Pay the cash for the bash Let the ba** go Brandish machete to the cashier Till he's dead at the standstill Baggin' the small cold steel Steal Pepsi, stroll with panties and a sleep cap Pitbullin' non-stop, I've no doggone Can take me with a grain of salt? Do salty and I shall pee in my own old Volkswagen Stop swaggin' this party Like a won racer starts waggin' the alcohol f**ing one, a-hole But once in a while, let you go thrifty No 50-50, now come up, b**h Sweety! (chicka) Flip the ace and drop it So hence that I say Sit your a** down and party! [Hook] [Bridge] You'd rather shindig in shindig ‘Cause both of us already k** the fatted calf So let's take a part, yeah, in party Movin' a** in there Here we go bash, yeah [Verse 3] [WillFake] Slap her a**, let's be hara**in' in this bash ‘Cause they're f**in' asinine They're busy phonin' bae But we're here h*mophonin' rhyme Drop the raisin in co*ktail As toppin' for that wom-, thingumajig? Its less A and N [B-ly] Let's count the nose here Cut out the shenanigans! Sheer spittle rag, rage came Handycam's grasped You're handicapped there How many parties do we have to them parties? (Wooh!) (Shake a – stick at) fun, excuse a pun? [WillFake] Music's full of sound, you can bound But don't let them wounded Keep dancin' no matter the wind goes blowin' Pack this back porch till it ain't countable Table ain't turnin' but it's down Join this, so call your uncle and your aunt too Your dance ability, yeah, let it be shown Make this pond another pound Never sleep as cosmopolitan town Where police is never found For the man wear your coat For woman wear the gown Wait, don't say bye ‘cause there is another round You're pissed off and now you're well-known Go to the church and get dawned (Chicka-chicka-chicka) *gunshooting*