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bow down - rymacc lyrics

[intro]

man i see a lot of ya’ll broke -ss n-ggas on the ‘gram takin’ pictures of ya’ll stacks and sh-t
i see all that orange in that sh-t, yall n-ggas trying to fill that b-tch up with tens, make it look like you ballin’
n-gga you ain’t ballin’, n-gga, you fraudin’, n-gga (uh)

[verse 1]

i don’t know about you but my hundreds is blue, we running wild like we broke out the zoo
i f-cked a b-tch for an hour and i didn’t nut and now i think my b-lls got the blues
hold up young n-gga who said we was cool? bop out my section before i get rude
all of my n-ggas is callin’ me jakob, ’cause i got the jewels, yeah i got the jewels
ima build us up & we gon’ run it up, only f-cking with my kind like the jews
silly rabbit got a trick up my sleeve and a trick in my bed and she splash like a pool
gotta move low, n-ggas always plotting, don’t get confused ’cause these b-tches plot too
they’ll set you up in a second, and never regret it, and you gon’ get looked at like food
boy i thought you knew, only trust yourself, never no one new
who you really know, gon’ put up for you when the money coming slow?
buss the 30 if somebody want your soul, take a bullet to the chest to let you go
tell me really is that anyone you know? if it is then you should never let em go, no
i’ma be fine, i’ma make sure i take care of what’s mine
i’ma make sure i just stack up my cheddar and stack up my gouda and stack up my feta
i come with the vengeance like, i got a vendetta, but i could do better
or i could say f-ck it and grip the beretta until i see a clear hole through your sweater

[hook]

yeah bow down hoe, macc be da gawd, i pull up & all of the people in awe
it must be the sauce, it can’t be the car, but all of these b-tches still flock to the boy
woah, bow down hoe, macc be da gawd, you n-ggas is fake you put up a facade
but i could see through it, you really ain’t hard, nah

[verse 2]

macc on a mission to stack up his paper like bricks in a mansion
i want an r8 & a big body phantom, all black with white guts look like marilyn manson, i’m feeling too fancy
i need me an audemars, iced out, yellow diamonds like the sunlight
got a b-tch with an -ss like a moon and i smack it ’til it get red like a baboon
i be all in her guts like i’m cleaning some fish, eat the p-ssy like a dish
she top me all sloppy, dripping down her wrists, won’t take off my jewelry, i am not a l1ck
i ask if she know that she sucking the gawd, she say i’m full of myself
i told her that confidence good for the health, and in business well confidence good for the wealth
and what we got is business, this is something serious, somebody get this sh-t to sway on sirius
i got the answer n-gga call me ai, knew it since we was playing mother may i
i’m always first to the finish, gettin’ too stout gotta lay off the guinness
i’m back in the gym turning up on my fitness, the weight i be lifting, i press it, i’m getting it, i’m getting it

[hook]

[outro]

bow down hoe, yeah, bow down hoe
bow down hoe, yeah, bow down hoe
bow down hoe, yeah, bow down hoe
bow down hoe, yeah, bow down hoe

- rymacc lyrics

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