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I roll the loud by the ounce
Only only real niggas around
Them lame niggas gotta bounce
I come threw saucing I got style
You catch me any where out

him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics

[Jermaine Dupri]
Ah, Remix
All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man
And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand

sorry semi fashion American, woo
이렇게 하는 거 맞나 ya
이렇게 빼끼면 되나, woo
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맞다 거 따 필수 어눌한 말투 또 약빤 눈
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please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you

DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your

Hardball [Edit]

Lil Wayne

Hardball

2001

Throw me the ball and watch what I do with it
Uh-huh, uh
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh
And Lil' Wayne, Sammie sang to me

Yeah, yeah, Look, when we walk in, they gon' bounce out like a bounce house
Big stick with the kick on it, it's gon' round house
Can't sleep, this

Mo Money

Bow Wow

Wanted

2005

young and fly and flashy up in your face

[Chorus]

[Bow Wow]
I'm that country talking, sea-walking, younging with the bounce
I got girls and money

motherfucka's won't leave me alone
Come here girl, let me holla at'cha
Throw a few of them hundreds at'cha
Slidin' down that pole like, wow
Ohh, child, gots ta

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

reality they're nothing but passive observers.
Passive observers do nothing but passively observe,
Passively soak up creativity and say "Wow, that's me

at them ingrates
So Guess Who's Back with album two?
Trying to be Like Mike in Bow Wow's shoes
Aired up thinking that I made that Space Jam
Paired up with

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of Hub
Because

drive by baby
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niemer het me ziit, mer send zu busy förne bitchmove
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bitch du

drive by baby
calle mine frönde wenni drip bruch
niemer het me ziit, mer send zu busy förne bitchmove
ds goht vo zofige bes id south south bronx
bitch du

dog shot
I'm a damn vet how you have an AK and get
Killed by a Kel Tec? Duhh, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung
Pockets

Represent Dat G.C.

Kurupt

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha

1999

what?
My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the pound getting paid now
Hey now, big bow wow

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

to mutter I ain’t slumber all day/25
If I start to mumble I been on one all day/26
When I start to crumble I just bow down and pray/27
Forgive me for

by the handfull/skin soft like shampoo/got me harder than bamboo/she a worker with many suits/that thing tight but we getting loose/no id i can see

at birth
So don't try to tell me that I mean the earth
Or that I'm a doll
Flee like Cinderella and get back to your ball
Bow, chicka, wow, ow
But don't tell

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I don't need the cash,
name, power,
but I need you right now
Baby girl drive me crazy!
小悪魔で Play me!
It's like Bow wow wow wow
yip yo yip yey yey!

a throne
My lil' brother pulled up he's in my role now and like Bow Wow he knocked em out with a roll bounce
Years later came with a new equation, since we

at the spot
Only plotting plots
Creative with the guap
Gotta run a me up
I know you allow
You'd could even bow
Say it to me now
Never miss a vowel
I'm above