Texty: Bow Wow. Nothin On You Remix.

I swear to God, boy my girl love this song
It has that affect joe
yeah
Here we go

Hey lil mama
keep doin you
and fuck these otha hoes dey got nothin on you
hey these otha niqqas cant do what i do
here she give me head till her face turn blue
yeah-yeah-yeah thats my girl here she go hard
she aint worried by you niqqas she aint even stuntin yall
And in 5 more minutes shell be comin out dem drawers
and my money 8'9
da-da-damn dats tall
heard you workin with yo boyfriend couldnt get it togetha
why settle for malt liquor when you cud have better
arguin all the time, damn i know you fed up
big money poppin tell homey get his bread up
And girl this bow, you talkin to a prince
i let my money speak but i dont talk sense,
look i only talk dollaz shawty im on fire
three girlfriends im a young frankie lymon
she know i like to smoke
yep im a pothead
she went " from a mazda to ridin in a drop head "
i took her outta hooters, man she aint gotta work
ass so big, its fallen out ha miniskirt

face like Halle, body like Alicia,
this a perfect picture call it Mona Lisa
All my boys like her, let her meet my mother
black card bound no visa or discover
stains in my sheets, this girl gets sloppy wet
sweatin all over , bow loves sloppy sex
shoe game proper, bad game crazy
want a real niqqa, well here i go baby
she hotter than the sun no grant hill baby
runnin to ya love, i dash like Stacy
i seen alotta women but none like yo kind
i usually dont trick but yo ass to fine
walk like a model, got hella swagga
treat her like groceries,i knew i had to bag her
told her like the rock, i came to lay a smack down
i aint talkn laptop , she know i put my mac down
you baby - nothin on you baby

i had fun with dis shit
cause i cud do this shit
yeah
for the ladies
i dunno im just fuckin off in the studios
had some free time niqqa