Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wow, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.12.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Wow |
| My car, my bitch nigger, everything major |
| My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers |
| Indiana hoosers don’t get more about the laser |
| What your fucking team up, meaning |
| Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for |
| Black 24's lips fatter than Fantasia’s |
| Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic |
| And her name Su Woo, isn’t it ironic? |
| My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit |
| Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger I’m not Islamic |
| All about my profit, angel in the cockpit |
| Devil in the rear view, heaven’s the only option |
| Angel on the hood like reverend runs |
| The day I’m feeling good riding in his holy ghost |
| Hate me like I’m god’s son wanna see you deceased |
| Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus piece |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow |
| Balling, like Amauri |
| I’m not an athlete but it’s a track beat |
| I’m on a great run, the world love me |
| So love to hate me, it’s all gravy |
| So icy, so ice cream on my face it ain’t your face nigger |
| I’m on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom |
| While you cross counters, we cross continents |
| Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette |
| I’m not a pumpkin, I trap |
| I got irons, squares for you |
| Power for goons, prepare for you |
| So where the move blood I’m tattooed |
| I’m a straight thug, I keep a |
| So where the move blood I’m tattooed |
| I’m a straight thug, I keep a |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow |
| we onto something major |
| Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas |
| Down goes Frasier, my shooters like |
| And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers |
| We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians |
| Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers |
| Click clapping, what’s happening 4 5 at you haters |
| Keep yapping, I’m clapping, T.I. |
| know we Takers |
| Nigger I don’t give a damn cellophane |
| Get your boss on your phone cause we don’t fuck with middle men |
| Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man |
| Where I’m from it’s off at your dome for just a kilogram |
| Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face |
| Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case |
| This summer is ours ain’t a motherfucker safe |
| And in a fall, I’m putting 5 mil in a fucking safe |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow |
| Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out |
| My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now |
| You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow |