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bows lyrics
aye, aye, aye

“zpetrench in this b*tch you already know what the f*ck going on”

aye, aye. aye, aye, aye

hold on

aye, walk in the party these hoe’s go r*t*rded

n*gga said he want smoke b*tch you know it’s exotic

i dont care bout yo girl cause i already got it

definitely ain’t take these clothe’s i bought it

f*ck these hoe’s they just mad im balling

i ain’t got no hoe’s but these people keep calling

playing soccer in the gym big boy keep falling

this a big boy toy but the engine keep stalling

i told that lil girl don’t care what you want
they peeping my style they peeping the phone

im a depressed ass n*gga so leave me alone

had to stretch det n*gga now det p*ssy n*gga gone

had to show that n*gga what zpetrench on

and the way i get to spitting bars ye they think im ching chong

hit yo girl from the back with a paddle like ping pong

put the pedal to the medal now im ringing like ding dong

i dont care about yo phone but im ringing like a ringtone

now all the phein’s gone, now all his dream’s gone, now all her cream gone

aye, im sipping this drink but all of my lean gone

n*gga’s weak as f*ck try to take my lingo

hit with a brick ian talking bout debo

and i wrap that b*tch up i ain’t talking a kilo
f*ck wrong with these n*gga’s

and they stay talking sh*t

ye i keep it a hundred i keep it legit

got yo hoe on my c*ck ye she stay on my d*ck

tomorrow picture day but i ain’t taking no pic’s

i ain’t talking rona virus but i go these n*gga’s sick

make a song like a new iron got det n*gga split

im whipping all of this sauce im dripping

shooting shot’s like pippen

open up my eye’s gotta make a decision

ion care bout a opp cause im passing this mission

pull up on yo hoe’s and yo clothe’s real dengue

cranking yo b*tch like im cranking a car
all these n*gga’s be mad cause he took it to far

ye he sleepy and sad like his ass took a bar

ye we creeping real fast when we kick in your door

ye i had that boy leaking he was asking for more

boom, boom, boom

ye its bodies on the floor

ye its 11:11 its bout time for me to go

ye i sent his ass to heaven now people making post

i ain’t talking a party but b*tch im the host

b*tch i want me a club right off of the coast

yall n*gga’s a dub you think you can roast

i ain’t showing no love to none of these hoes

and i dont give a f*ck if you cheap on the low

ye it’s time for some breakfast i made her some toast

had to teach him a lesson at least now he know

all that sh*t was impressive it’s my time to go

i dont care what they say they can’t f*ck with my flow

got a light so you know it’s go glow

told that p*ssy n*gga dont care what you know

get to pulling on her hair ye i think i made it grow

finna be everywhere like some muh f*cking snow

dont wanna slap box so i threw them bow’s

walk in the party these hoe’s go r*t*rded

n*gga said he want smoke b*tch you know it’s exotic

i dont care bout yo girl cause i already got it

definitely ain’t take these clothe’s i bought it

f*ck these hoe’s they just mad im balling

i ain’t got no hoe’s but these people keep calling

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