f*ck Bow Wow lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Intro]
Ayy, f*ck that n*gga Bow Wow, man
He a b*tch, man, real talk
Ayy Bow Wow
Do me a favor, you b*tch
Say goodbye to your career, pus*y
Short f*ck
You know you done f*cked up, right?
I said, you know you done f*cked up, right?
Ah, you b*tch ass n*gga

[Chorus]
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga (You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Man Lil Bow Wow, what the f*ck was you thinkin'?
You know damn well you ain't go on no bankhead
You gay as f*ck, bruh, your sweeter then a lemonade
L.B.D. stands for lil b*tch woman gang, minute man
Wrist up up on me, but Bow Wow gay ass ain't got sh*t up on me
I wish one of you lame ass would run up on me
But Shad moss you better be protected by the army, pus*y
[Chorus]
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga (You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)

[Verse 2]
Bow Wow you dissin' me you stupid b*tch, man, you know me dog
I heard you got f*cked in the ass by Omarion and your bodyguard
b*tch stop actin' hard, 'cause we don't believe you, you need more people
New jack city part two is gonna flip flop
You forever gonna be the Gerry Coleman of hip hop
Shad Hary moss, you stupid ass b*tch
Superhead, Ciara and Angela said you had a lil' di*k

[Chorus]
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow (f*ck 'em)
f*ck Bow Wow, ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga (You a lil' b*tch ass n*gga)
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga (Ol' b*tch ass n*gga)
[Outro]
Oh hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
Shut up b*tch
You can't be talkin' 'bout Bow Wow like that
Omarion, shut yo' gay ass up, b*tch
No, no Bow Wow, no
Shut the f*ck up
You can't be talkin' 'bout Bow Wow like that, oh hell nah, Shad
n*gga, shut yo' gay ass up, n*gga
I love you Shad, I love you Shad
n*gga, you gay
I love you Shad
Shut up, b*tch
This Omarion talkin'
Omarion you're gay as f*ck, n*gga, sit down
Bow Wow, baby, don't let him do you like that, baby
Shut yo' ass up, n*gga, gay ass b*tch
Man, what the f*ck kind of n*gga, man
Ayy, real talk, man
This n*gga crew it called LB Dub gang, man
What the f*ck kind of n*gga name his clique "Lil Bow Wow gang," n*gga, that's gay as f*ck for one
Two, the n*gga wanna bring Arab in the situation
n*gga, where the f*ck your best friend at? That lil' fat lil' b*tch Dion
That n*gga stole all your money and you sent him to jail
You pressed charges on that n*gga, man
You're gay, n*gga, you a snitch, n*gga
How you gonna send your best friend to jail, n*gga?
Yeah, you ain't want that to get out though, did you?
Faggot ass n*gga
What the f*ck kind of n*gga got "Prince of the O Town" tattooed on his chest, n*gga
Ohio is a state, you stupid b*tch
n*gga when you was like 13 didn't you get raped by your body guard, n*gga?
n*gga, you was born in Reynoldsburg, Ohio, n*gga, you ain't from Columbus, b*tch
Faggot ass n*gga
You ain't gon' never grow past five feet, pus*y
n*gga, you gay as f*ck, n*gga, f*ck a black card, n*gga, you spray painted that sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, that's a PayPal card, n*gga, ain't got no money on that sh*t
Quit lyin', n*gga
Ridin' in that rented ass Lamborghini, n*gga
You better not pull that sh*t out in Atlanta no more either, n*gga
We gon' blow that sh*t up, 9/11 on that motherf*ckin' vehicle, n*gga
You's a b*tch, n*gga, you never lived the regular life, you a pus*y, n*gga
If you go broke, you gon' kill yourself, n*gga
I'm from the hood, I know what it feel like to be broke, n*gga
You gay as f*ck, n*gga
You forever gonna be the Gerry Coleman of hip hop, n*gga
pus*y ass n*gga, you let Chris Brown headline your own tour, n*gga
You backstage cryin' and sh*t
Throwin' temper tantrums and sh*t
Throwin' Xbox's on the ground, spittin' on people and sh*t
Back there hatin' on that man, n*gga, quit hatin', n*gga
pus*y
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