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audio push – bow boyz lyrics

[verse 1: price]
one time, look
i’m the type of n-gg- who put on for his bros
went from sleepin’ on the floor, then gettin’ four grand a show
the type of n-gg- with no daddy, who was raised around crips
if the homie’s gon’ do time, we puttin’ bread on his box
the type of n-gg- on his pimpin’ go this game and be pitchin’
who addicted to money but allergic to snitchin’
the type of n-gg- that know it’s your girl and tell you she fine
lookin’ you in your eyes, plot on her and tell you “she mine”

[verse 2: turtle nojoke]
see i’m the type of n-gg- he hate and the type of n-gg- she love
that smokin’ on, that drinkin’ on, that stamblin’ at the club
we the type of n-gg-, you the type of n-gg- that communicate with them boys
shots fired at 10 o’clock, but the cop siren, hear that noise
beat that case like i’m o.j with a bad b-tch like foreplay
car black like rosay better listen what this boss say
play day like role play the bullsh-t i olay
car red like a nose bleed
conversations like four jeans

[verse 3: price]
i’m the type of n-gg- who ain’t changed for fame
with a single street mama that just gave him the game
the type of n-gg-s with empty christmas’s but ain’t sad
but gotta put on for his son and gave him what he ain’t have
the type of n-gg- who be stuntin’, takin’ all the chances
gettin’ all this money, doin’ the fly dances
the type of n-gg- that’s captain they call in the place
who puttin’ and got a the top as it’s fallin into place

[verse 4: oktane]
the type of n-gg- ’bout 50 deep in the club
bow boy that got you girl trynna creep in the club
level headed soldier that’s only about bread and his brothers
that’ll make a nasty look girl, like your baby’s mother
the type of n-gg- that turn your club up
let me get that hand clap
bring me any beat, i bring his head back
type of n-gg- that’s gon’ get on and stay on
type of n-gg- that make you clique this just to hatin’ on

[hook]
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)
yeah it’ them bow boyz, it’s them bow boyz (we on fire)

[verse 5: price]
i’m the type of n-gg- who prolly should be runnig for mayor
who be sagin’ in the toe, pinky thumb in the air
the type of n-gg- who ain’t got no other choise but to make it
be on the d-low but the g-code he never gon’ break it
the type of n-gg- who don’t look at the tag when he shoppin’
and go’ jumpin’ in the head up if the homies lockin’
the type of n-gg- that see a belt and just spinnin’ stack on it
then hit the studio make the beat and then rap on it

[verse 6: turtle nojoke]
see i’m the type of n-gg- that silent
no word can break my (?)
lil mama hour fine call that b-tch my perfect timing
introduce you to my giants, this is fe, fi, and fo, fum
might not got aim but, how you gon dodge 4 guns?
price what it do ? okt what it is bro ?
can’t convict the brodie if they can’t find the witness
ask me what i’m doing and prolly kickin’ back chillin’
rollin’ up purps and then smoke to the ceiling

[verse 7: oktane]
uhhh
type of n-gg- drinkin ’till his body heatin’ up
mayweather to your girl’s body, i beat it up
type of n-gg- that keep that money with a wedding ring
you girl asked me “what’s new?” and i told her “everythang!”
bow money and music, we winnin’ n-gg- you loosin’
and that’s the main reason that your girlfriend choosin’
i know i’m that n-gg- you ain’t even got a clap
cause i run my city you ain’t even got a lap
bow!

[bridge: price]
ya ! it’s b-o-dub n-gg-
ya already know what it is
man it’s brodies over everything my n-gg-
it’s brodies over haters my n-gg-
it’s brodies over fake n-gg-s
man straight up
free my n-gg- matt
free my n-gg- ninja
we out here you already know what it is
i.e stand up!
b-o-dub, pinkie and thumb my n-gg-s
that’s all you gonna see
let’s get it

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