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Bow Wow On Fire

Jail You Smell Me I Dont Care What Label You On Cause You Can Get Anywhere Live Or Right Here On This Song You Couldnt Beat Me On My Bad Day Im Just

might peep and think geek but you need that when you knee deep goin on wayside get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on

i 4get bt ion go round fire exoectin nt 2 sweat bt deez niggas no i layem down mak ya bed bitches try2 kik meh while im down i break ya leg money outwaighin problems on

picture, stop with them truce and hitcha i'm at the top but i can be mobbin' and shootin' witcha chip on my shoulder now, mr. nice guy is over wow to

manage eh Trick wi and dem kill wi wid reverse psychology Cho: Me and my creeew, were on another level with the rythym and sound, wow wow rpt.

!) I can make it happen to ya nigga I ain't rappin', I'm tha president.. Touch me and they clappin (Bow!) Shots fired chalk'em up you can toe tag'em Man

Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay Woof, mothafucker, woof, mothafucker Bow wow wow

baby. [Bow Wow:] And the prince. [Diddy:] You know what it is. [Bow Wow:] Bow... Weezy. [Diddy:] Bow Wow, B5, Haha. The future... [Bow Wow:] B5, I got you. [Diddy:] Ayo, ayo Bow, Show em what it is man. [Bow Wow

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