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deniro farrar – bow down lyrics

[produced by d.k.a.d.]

[intro: john milton]
let me give you a little inside information about god
it’s my time now

[chorus: deniro farrar]
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
n-gga, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t ‘less there’s 36 o’s in the key
og n-ggas call me big bruh
knowing godd-mn well that they older than me and
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
n-gga, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t ‘less there’s 16 o’s in a pound
new god flow
n-gga this that new god flow, y’all b-tch n-ggas better bow down
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t

[verse 1: denzel curry]
denzel with the l at the end of the noun
makin’ sure that y’all don’t see a cap and a gown
too many lil’ n-ggas still runnin’ around
come face to face with the wild and that’s the end of your child
universe, gangsta is the god of the sound
from the planet of the nectar on the sea and the isles
wanna see an angel dead? let’s walk a few miles
with a sword, halo, and a crown so round
like root c-n-l, in your mouth
f-ck around you get 40 cal’
b-tch what the f-ck is beef to a slaughterhouse?
got sticks that’ll knock your baby momma out
scratch that, knock harry potter out
hit his head on obama’s couch, nail obama’s scout
y’all n-ggas is sauerkraut
when the villain bring the choppers out, then they call you out
tell me what’s that about? when you catch ’em then you ash ’em out
get the money then i’m cashin’ out
really what is that about? what’s that about?
my n-gga, tsk tsk
only shoot once it’s a hit, and if you shoot twice it’s a miss
my n-gga bang bang
f-ck that, let his brains hang, n-gga f-ck that let his brains hang

[verse 2: deniro farrar]
36 o’s in a brick, 16 o’s in a pound
ak47 with the red beam and a drum on that b-tch hold 150 rounds
go on, ride with your squad
n-gga you could die with your squad, tryna get live with your squad
young og, n-gga i’m a young og
get toe-tagged tryna play hard
and it’s money over boppers
my young n-gga’s ex pill-popper, all of ’em ride with them choppers
call a mortician, ain’t no need for a doctor
call a mortician, ain’t no need for a doctor
dead on arrival, yeah i said dead on arrival
swear to god on a stack of bibles
headshot a n-gga, re-ssuring no survival
headshot a n-gga, re-ssuring no survival
cold heart n-gga, that’s how they raised me
k!ll or be k!lled so you really can’t blame me
straight up the gutter where they k!llin’ over words
f-ck around and get toe-tagged in front of your baby
n-gga get buck
swear to god n-gga get buck, first time let it be your last
i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
n-gga, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t send a murder gang at your p-ssy -ss

[break: deniro farrar]
bow down (f-ck n-gga!)
bow down (f-ck n-gga!)
bow down (f-ck n-gga!)
bow down (f-ck n-gga!)

[outro]
better to reign in h-ll than to serve in heaven, is that it?
why not? i’m a fan of man

- deniro farrar lyrics

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