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