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lirik lagu bow bow – bloodie & dudeylo

[intro]
ahh ahh ahh n*gga
free dee, n*gga, free banga, n*gga
free at, free all the guys
free rundown, n*gga
free lil shawn, you heard
free sb go kuu with that, n*gga
n*ggas know what’s up, n*gga
hardheaded, baby
free the f*ckin’*, yo, where he goin’? c’mere!
ayo, eli, what the f*ck?

[chorus: dudeylo]
it was free me, living good in my head
like, i got booked movin’ hot, tryna catch one
bro missed a shot but i told him, “the next one
“next one gon’ send him to heaven”
b*tches get neaky off casa’ and julio
she a freak, tryna f*ck in the studio
now i’m tryna roll up that block gettin’ stupido
rip wick, sendin’ shots like he rubio
any block you can name, we took trips there
on the 7ev, 7 deep and we went there
143rd on they side, we took pics there
word to bro, we got multiple hits there
free banga gon’ bang, n*ggas know how he get there
bro threw a shot and he missed there
hop out, flock at a wig there
baow, baow, baow
[verse: dudeylo]
called up my crip, put the ski on
i’m like “bro, i can’t see, put the beam on”
48 him, he thought that i threw
when i’m wavin’ this, you better move
i smoke woo, gpop, loose
c*hii a d*ck, n*gga died for the smooch
i’m like ruth, pass me the tool
you can ask the big bros if i really go ku
c blu a d*ck, need to stop it
him and ob, they be mad over* ahh ahh
like, whatever she need, then i got her
spoil her just like her father
you can f*ck her but i f*ck her harder
bad lil’ b*tch, she from harlem
top 5 like she one of my starters
she tell me wait, but i tell her just*

[verse 2: bloodie]
try to spin, you get put on that list
lotti, dead in a spliff
kurt, runnin’, grabbin’ his chin
free banga, gon’ hop out and bend
ahh ahh, know banga gon’ hop out and send
flip a car if that sh*t got tints
i’m trollin’ his block, bro who wanna get whipped?
see a shark, i might knock off a fin
throw a shot, tellin’ roscoe i sent
see a range and it flipped
through that block he got hit in his hip
i can’t lack for no b*tch
more than 30 when i’m rockin’ the wrist
he tried to reach and he hit
franky, shot, spun with no grip
bro i emptied the clip
[chorus: dudeylo]
it was free me, living good in my head
like, i got booked movin’ hot, tryna catch one
bro missed a shot but i told him, “the next one
“next one gon’ send him to heaven”
b*tches get neaky off casa’ and julio
she a freak, tryna f*ck in the studio
now i’m tryna roll up that block gettin’ stupido
rip wick, sendin’ shots like he rubio
any block you can name, we took trips there
on the 7ev, 7 deep and we went there
143rd on they side, we took pics there
word to bro, we got multiple hits there
free banga gon’ bang, n*ggas know how he get there
bro threw a shot and he missed there
hop out, flock at a wig there
baow, baow, baow

[outro]
it was free me, living good in my head
like, i got booked movin’ hot, tryna catch one
bro missed a shot but i told him, “the next one
“next one gon’ send him to heaven”
b*tches get neaky off casa’ and julio
she a freak, tryna f*ck in the studio
now i’m tryna roll up that block gettin’ stupido
rip wick, sendin’ shots like he rubio

- bloodie dudeylo

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