Bow Wow - 2 Young 2 Give a Fuck lyrics
[Bow Wow - 2 Young 2 Give a Fuck lyrics]
Yeah, flow stupid, this is how I do it
Maybach flow, nigga, you are in the Buick
Your girl a doo doo mama
So you know I don't give two shit's
Ain't no grey area
I just breed them blue pit's
Niggas talk tough (They do)
But they don't want it though (Nah)
Confront you to your face and then I'll
Tell your man that he a ho (Ow)
Bow Wizzle, I'm as real as it get i'm either
(Cyeah) gettin' money or bonin' a chick
Countin' all this money
All these bottles we poppin' (Cyeah)
In a club with the models
Got so many options
Nigga, talk your shit, yeah, they hate me
They watchin' they know my flow ill, I
Be spittin' and hawkin', yikes
At fifteen
The Bentley was just a kid's dream
Now these cuffed links got me
Speakin' like I'm European
A hundred thousand packed at
The show in Manila
Then I'm down in Africa where
The kids are the killers
Got a mind of a king
But a heart of a gorilla
You can imitate, but ain't nobody realer
Yeah, I'm countin' all this money
Milli for the Bugatti (Cyeah)
And my girl ass thick like Buffy the body
(Fuck it) but which one I'ma choose? I
Think her with the boobs (Come on)
I keep paper like a kid in elementary school
(Aw, haha)
You know I'm smokin' on the finest
G5 to the islands
I'm too fly, yeah, it's like I'm on autopilot
(yeah)
Man, stop it, I'm way out of your league
(yeah) see it'll take a lifetime to
Spend all this cheese
I got a new bitch for every day of the week
(I do)
Suck a nigga off 'til I'm fast asleep
Bow Wizzle
You know them riders is with us
Take it back to the hood
Screamin', "Father, forgive us, "
All my killers, what's good?
You know my flow is like murder
Gon' give me a sentence got too many bars
You think I'm buildin' a prison
Anythin' that I sing is a hit, car collision
How you got all that mouth
And your heart is missin'?
Stop playin' with me, y'all lames to me
(Cyeah)
Me and Chris got our weight up (Cyeah)
Better get your cake up
Like G&C, get your weight up (Aw)
Must step when I want new cars every month
(Hey)
Ain't out front, y'all niggas in a slump
(Hey) we the hottest doin' it
Don't front
Better act like you know what's up
Maybach flow, nigga, you are in the Buick
Your girl a doo doo mama
So you know I don't give two shit's
Ain't no grey area
I just breed them blue pit's
Niggas talk tough (They do)
But they don't want it though (Nah)
Confront you to your face and then I'll
Tell your man that he a ho (Ow)
Bow Wizzle, I'm as real as it get i'm either
(Cyeah) gettin' money or bonin' a chick
Countin' all this money
All these bottles we poppin' (Cyeah)
In a club with the models
Got so many options
Nigga, talk your shit, yeah, they hate me
They watchin' they know my flow ill, I
Be spittin' and hawkin', yikes
At fifteen
The Bentley was just a kid's dream
Now these cuffed links got me
Speakin' like I'm European
A hundred thousand packed at
The show in Manila
Then I'm down in Africa where
The kids are the killers
Got a mind of a king
But a heart of a gorilla
You can imitate, but ain't nobody realer
Yeah, I'm countin' all this money
Milli for the Bugatti (Cyeah)
And my girl ass thick like Buffy the body
(Fuck it) but which one I'ma choose? I
Think her with the boobs (Come on)
I keep paper like a kid in elementary school
(Aw, haha)
You know I'm smokin' on the finest
G5 to the islands
I'm too fly, yeah, it's like I'm on autopilot
(yeah)
Man, stop it, I'm way out of your league
(yeah) see it'll take a lifetime to
Spend all this cheese
I got a new bitch for every day of the week
(I do)
Suck a nigga off 'til I'm fast asleep
Bow Wizzle
You know them riders is with us
Take it back to the hood
Screamin', "Father, forgive us, "
All my killers, what's good?
You know my flow is like murder
Gon' give me a sentence got too many bars
You think I'm buildin' a prison
Anythin' that I sing is a hit, car collision
How you got all that mouth
And your heart is missin'?
Stop playin' with me, y'all lames to me
(Cyeah)
Me and Chris got our weight up (Cyeah)
Better get your cake up
Like G&C, get your weight up (Aw)
Must step when I want new cars every month
(Hey)
Ain't out front, y'all niggas in a slump
(Hey) we the hottest doin' it
Don't front
Better act like you know what's up