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bow wow - yeaahh lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, real sh-t

[verse 1]
woke up early, had no weed, i had to smoke me a roach
call up pimpin’ for the plug, i know just where to go (n-gga, where you at?)
give a f-ck about no hater and i’m all about my paper
hit my n-gga gucci up, i’m ’bout to slide right through decatur (skrrt)
we at liv on a sunday, then hit magic city monday (lit)
and this ain’t no #bowwowchallenge, got the jet on the runway
and my n-ggas get it back (woah) you don’t want no action (no)
off-white sneakers (woo), michael jackson jacket
so many stones in the watch, don’t know what time it is
and my b-tch is steady trippin’, got no time for the sh-t
so many bands in the safe, look like i robbed the b-tch (stick it up)
baby daddy trippin’, askin’, “what the problem is?”
got two twin sisters, make ’em lip-lock (mwah)
two twin glocks, they go cl!ck-clock
half a pound of jumanji in a ziploc (kush)
i got the rover smoked up, that’s a hotbox (woo)

[chorus]
she like, “n-gga, is you high?” b-tch, yeah
break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
and we ain’t f-ckin’ with that fake sh-t, yeah
i bet my ex-b-tch hate this, yeah

[verse 2]
you don’t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah)
f-ck two b-tches at a time, boy, that’s overk!ll (yeah)
50 million dollar contract, that’s a hova deal (yeah)
i got the baby face, hoes love the s-x appeal
can barely hear the b-tch speak ’cause my d-ck in her throat (woo)
say she turn into a freak if i give her some c0ke (woo)
snort a whole f-ckin’ mountain, b-tch gone off the dope
put that b-tch in an uber, i just f-ck ’em and go

[chorus]
she like, “n-gga, is you high?” b-tch, yeah
break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah
and we ain’t f-ckin’ with that fake sh-t, yeah
i bet my ex-b-tch hate this, yeah

[outro]
woke up early, had no weed, i had to smoke me a roach (yeah)
call up pimpin’ for the plug, i know just where to go (my n-gga)
give a f-ck about no hater and i’m all about my paper (yeah)
hit my n-gga gucci up, i’m ’bout to slide right through decatur (woo)



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