high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16 So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin
, care, love and health. Unshed tears, hidden fears. Silence bows, rolls back the years. Talk of nonsense, such a waste. The whole wide world has got bad taste." [chorus] [x4
jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da ruler Women indeed, keep ya eyes closed 'Bow blows, come out dem clothes hoe Low pros, low bows, watch
to let go Hand may a slippin head gets a crackin I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin A doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach Now move 4 we drank
can do it 2(Wayne)--Triggas I ain't and yo station I'mma run through it 3(Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night 4(Wayne)--Look here
getting money, never missing my paper Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and waiting I'ma break off the breaker, cause I know they hating Throwing bows
nigga I drink liquor fifths its Juicy J the pimp I tell ya baby momma she can suck a nigga dick Straight from the corna, the north is ma hood I don rode on 4
ain't bricks and buildings She all of God's people, men women and children We the Church Verse 2: Her name is Ecclesia, meaning the assembly Bows to
. nobody's listening And they don't care. believe in me You're all cried out like you had asked to be You're all alone, no sympathy Chorus Anymore (x4) She bows
. Chorus: Them ni**az came to the club just to fight(just to fight), Them ni**az came to the club just to fight(just to fight), They throwin' bows(throwin bows
the club, Unless you get in line It's to crowded in here Hook: 8x When they hating throw dem bows (get 'em off, get 'em off) Throw dem bows Verse 1
my boys go and flip him, we ready (pastor troy) I think somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook) Hook: 4x You say you want me, but you
the raw buck, Knock ya fuckin' car doors off Switch phone numbers just to piss the whores off Cop a 6 while you bitch about how much the 4's cost The
it back [Currency] These niggas know I'm heavy with the cash flow Cause I'm a CL driver, You still ridin' in ya baby momma's Rav-4 Currency straight
Chorus (4x): Nig got a closet full of clothes Nig gotta stay fresh for the hoes Verse One: Yeah, nigga got a closet full of clothes I ain't 21 but
)] I pull up at the club VIP gas tank on E but all dranks on me (wipe me down) Fresh kicks fresh white tall tee fresh NFL hat fresh bows wit the crease
(*gun shots & ambulance*) [Chorus - 4x] Let me see what you working with, working with Let me see what you twerking with, that's my girl [C-Murder]
of my gold teeth, when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z, all night on the block til the sun rise, my only friend is a glock with the 4-5 Four