Bow Wow - Big Girls lyrics
[Bow Wow - Big Girls lyrics]
I'm the girl whose name be heard
Get a pen and pad so
I can write down this verse
Dem haters be hatin' thinkin'
They hatin' can cause me a curse
But they know if they keep it up
They gonna get it worse
I'm dat rapper that's known as
The teen that don't write a lick
And some never heard of me
Yes but the ones that did heard me spit
But some haters finna hate on me
So they gonna need a cross kit
Maybe a bandage no, maybe some surgery
'Cause they finna have a 9 through they head
Anyway my rapping was so good
I made an avalenge
And after I hurted dem haters
Let's just say they finna
Hop in that ambulece
Lie to they mommys and daddys that
It was all an accident on tha stage
They fell, oh well
Boo hoo now they in a grave
I don't need to worry 'cause I'm tryna
Stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower
Make it taller
Make it high and make it higher
Selling all of theses albums is
Just gonna make ya haters hate mo
'N make my pockets fatter
I'm a hop in my Chevy, hope dem bitches
Try not a still my cheese
Oh well, I'm not worried
I'ma lock my box with this key
So I'm gonna take a ride up in these streets
No, I'ma stop for some deeze
Chunk up tha duece, oh shit, dem haters stop
They trashed up whip in a slow creep
They got they 5's but I'ma be ready for them
I got my 9
Don't got nothin' to worry 'bout 'cause
I'm a have dem in that hospitals bed at night
And after that I'm a make this cheese
Stacked like the twin towers
And I got so much witnesses
They thought I was Ms Michael Myers
So if ya got another
Then I'm gone, holla back
Get a pen and pad so
I can write down this verse
Dem haters be hatin' thinkin'
They hatin' can cause me a curse
But they know if they keep it up
They gonna get it worse
I'm dat rapper that's known as
The teen that don't write a lick
And some never heard of me
Yes but the ones that did heard me spit
But some haters finna hate on me
So they gonna need a cross kit
Maybe a bandage no, maybe some surgery
'Cause they finna have a 9 through they head
Anyway my rapping was so good
I made an avalenge
And after I hurted dem haters
Let's just say they finna
Hop in that ambulece
Lie to they mommys and daddys that
It was all an accident on tha stage
They fell, oh well
Boo hoo now they in a grave
I don't need to worry 'cause I'm tryna
Stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower
Make it taller
Make it high and make it higher
Selling all of theses albums is
Just gonna make ya haters hate mo
'N make my pockets fatter
I'm a hop in my Chevy, hope dem bitches
Try not a still my cheese
Oh well, I'm not worried
I'ma lock my box with this key
So I'm gonna take a ride up in these streets
No, I'ma stop for some deeze
Chunk up tha duece, oh shit, dem haters stop
They trashed up whip in a slow creep
They got they 5's but I'ma be ready for them
I got my 9
Don't got nothin' to worry 'bout 'cause
I'm a have dem in that hospitals bed at night
And after that I'm a make this cheese
Stacked like the twin towers
And I got so much witnesses
They thought I was Ms Michael Myers
So if ya got another
Then I'm gone, holla back