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letra de yeah yeah - bow wow

[verse 1: bow wow]
my weed’s so potent, can smell when i’m smokin’
and you can tell it’s five mother f-cker cause i’m tokin’
his bare whisper, yeah you heard what i said
talk sh-t and get your sh-t bust like f-cking crab legs
ha, so scram hater you can beat it the club post it up
hoes showing me their cleavage it’s the prince but it’s rap sh-t
you know what he do, it ain’t nothin’, to get you touched, you and your man too
i rap ohio, you know that i’m a buck-eye
these n-gga’s hatin’ cause my pockets swoll’ like black eyes
and can’t n0body see him, now watch bow take ’em to the cleaners
ya know, hey!

[chorus: bow wow]
yeah, yeah and we’re smoking real big
hater’s mad cause their girls on our d-ck yea
but i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’!
yeah, yeah and we’re smoking real big
hater’s mad cause their girls on our d-ck yea
sh-t but i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’
nah i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’!

[verse 2: bow wow]
yeeea!
label me the nicest and real rich n-gga’s don’t ask about prices
i’ll be here, diamonds in that big face brightlin’
drivin’ in ferrari’s before i even had a license, yea
i’m in a whole other league n-gga’
switched teams now repre’seein’ beem n-gga’
f-ck your weed man, you smoking dirt weed n-gga’
i’m so high i feel like i smoked a whole tree n-gga’
and they still tryin’ to count me out
let’s see who laughin’ when we open up these bank accounts
and can’t n0body do it better, i’m too clever and way fresher
yea know!

[chorus: bow wow and (lloyd banks)]
yeah, yeah and we’re smoking real big
hater’s mad cause their girls on our d-ck yea
but i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’ (nah)
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’! (uh)
yeah, yeah and we’re smoking real big (yea)
hater’s mad cause their girls on our d-ck yea
sh-t but i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’ (bow what’s up n-gga’ i see you)
nah i don’t give a f-ck n-gga’!

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
uh! super dooper fly as i’m stupid coupin’ by
wrap this mother f-ckin’ beat up in a knot, gucci tie
cush habit droopy eye, gotta make a movie high
these lil’ n-gga’s what their tear drops, gotta’ keep the uzi by
cush a louis livin’, poppin’ tags and groupie flippin’
shawty want a new beginning, not that bullsh-t you be kicking
off the map with all my haters, try to find me you’ll be missin’
you’ll be drippin’, i’ll be tripping, money overrules the system
h-lla’ frozed up, neck lightin’ the first seven rows up
polo and louis posed up, your new love’s my old sl-t
i’ma need a whole truck of bottles we don’t hold cups
o.g we be smoking and your girls the ones we pokin’ uh!

- bow wow

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