Lyrics:
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Well then say so
If that's what you're about now, cool
Say it out loud when you had the chance to
Why didn't you say so?
If you're 'bout it, 'bout
Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more (Bow Wow, let's go)
I wanna give her the world
And I ain't
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up
from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil
I'm laughin' at you 'cause, I kill you niggas when I'm bored
keep it clean
I'm a real spitter popping in with heat
We ain't shoot a soul, talking bout a beat
Yeah I'm not a killer but don't come to me
You don't
play got niggas thinkin' I'm Brad Pitt
Shawty thought I'd start trickin' so I asked "Why?" she said "She a bad bitch"
Guarantee she ain't bad if you got
boy in some baggy jeans
Unlike the Mack Daddy crap, ain't got no cash, no weed
I get by like a ginger version of the last Mohican
Yo D120, yo Al-kan,
the Outsidaz
Wow, I must have had Alzheimers
Long time since I shouted them out, bout time
'Cause it's been on my mind lately how
Zee, you always supported
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
was times I ain't even wanna sit and record
Run'n away from you I ain't wanna sing on no chords now I'm singing your chords
And I'm pulling these
got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every nigga breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
got started with this s*** yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a rida'
Every n**** breathin' pay attention
Bout to show you
on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you 'cause, kill you niggas when
to the telly i know she gone tempt me
She talkin future she tryna get a bentley
Thinkin designer she thinkin bout guap
She on the same shit that I'm on
She
I'm about to say is straight up
Real talk, no cut, I don't play bout' it
There ain't a price you can put on a girl who knows (uh-huh)
Just what
guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some
on a private jet
With Bow Wow
Lets agree that at your feet
No one will be
Throwing rose pedals
You raising red flags
Has definitely reminded me
Of a soccer
pass
Buh you still do
So to me
I don't get that
Homie juss died
Wit' the thang you won't get past
Bow
Wow
Lookin inna clouds
Know they up there
So i
ain't the issue baby I don't keep a tab though
Thinkin that you owe me 10 minutes I ain't smash no
Now I'm in traffic
Thinking like what happen
I used
I am
'Cause Icarus thought he knew, but gravity knew better
Ain't no horsemen gonna put you back together
Pull up on a sucka like bow, bow, bow
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
My granny, you play with Lisa
Then I'm endin' your life (Bow)
And my new cougar bitch
She tryna pull up on me 'cause
Her nigga ain't hittin' it right
now
Started real young like bow wow
Bout to be the cash cow niggas Wanna ask how
When I get my check I’m cash out
Girls talking to me with they ass out
you know I'm my mother's son
Got em pissed cause they know that we goin up
And it ain't no detouring us
All mighty gang ain't no chumping us
All mighty
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