Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeaahh, artist - Bow Wow. Date of issue: 21.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yeaahh |
| Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach |
| Call up pimpin' for the plug, I know just where to go (nigga, where you at?) |
| Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper |
| Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m 'bout to slide right through Decatur (skrrt) |
| We at Liv on a Sunday, then hit Magic City Monday (lit) |
| And this ain’t no #BowWowChallenge, got the jet on the runway |
| And my niggas get it back (woah) you don’t want no action (no) |
| Off-White sneakers (woo), Michael Jackson jacket |
| So many stones in the watch, don’t know what time it is |
| And my bitch is steady trippin', got no time for the shit |
| So many bands in the safe, look like I robbed the bitch (stick it up) |
| Baby daddy trippin', askin', «What the problem is?» |
| Got two twin sisters, make 'em lip-lock (mwah) |
| Two twin Glocks, they go click-clock |
| Half a pound of Jumanji in a Ziploc (kush) |
| I got the Rover smoked up, that’s a hotbox (woo) |
| She like, «Nigga, is you high?» |
| Bitch, yeah |
| Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah |
| And we ain’t fuckin' with that fake shit, yeah |
| I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah |
| You don’t need no diamond tester, know the stones is real (yeah) |
| Fuck two bitches at a time, boy, that’s overkill (yeah) |
| 50 million dollar contract, that’s a Hova deal (yeah) |
| I got the baby face, hoes love the sex appeal |
| Can barely hear the bitch speak 'cause my dick in her throat (woo) |
| Say she turn into a freak if I give her some coke (woo) |
| Snort a whole fuckin' mountain, bitch gone off the dope |
| Put that bitch in an Uber, I just fuck 'em and go |
| She like, «Nigga, is you high?» |
| Bitch, yeah |
| Break it down and roll a whole zip, yeah |
| And we ain’t fuckin' with that fake shit, yeah |
| I bet my ex-bitch hate this, yeah |
| Woke up early, had no weed, I had to smoke me a roach (yeah) |
| Call up pimpin' for the plug, I know just where to go (my nigga) |
| Give a fuck about no hater and I’m all about my paper (yeah) |
| Hit my nigga Gucci up, I’m 'bout to slide right through Decatur (woo) |