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Låttexter: Bow Wow. Half Man Half Dog. Marco Polo.


(Feat. Soulja Boy)

Trick!
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Yeah, and your boy Bow Wow in the building
Ha, my swag too official, man
Hey Soulja, my swag too, man
Yall can't catch up
Hey yo Bow, let 'em know how you looking 'em
Ow!

New G-Shot (check)
Yellow lamborghini (bow)
BBC shirt with a fresh pair of jeans (wow)
Black card spending when I hit the mall (stuntin')
You can't catch me, I'm so ahead of yall
Marco polo

[Bow Wow]
Took my card to the mall and I blacked out
Now my cars they full of J's like a crack house
Sellin' so high you would think it was shack house
Whipped so big did a beep when I backed out like beep, beep
Hey yo, tell that to the movies
Bow Weezy, Mr. Get 'Em Wetter Than a pool
I step up in the room, break the ice where my chain be
All the bad bitches, they screamin' like they angry
Some call me cocky, but how could you blame me?
There's not a n***** like me, because my money lanky, yeahh
And I'm still the first to rock it, yeahh
First to put ice in a G-Shock and she like my

New G-Shot (check)
Yellow lamborghini (bow)
BBC shirt with a fresh pair of jeans (wow)
Black card spending when I hit the mall (stuntin')
You can't catch me, I'm too ahead of yall
Marco polo

[Soulja Boy Tell 'Em]
Never been fake 'cause all the girls love offical
S.O.D. 'cause girls love initials
I'm on another level, I'm in my zone
Black car, white rims, can they both get along?
This is not the matrix, but I am the oracle
Do you wanna get with me?
The question is rhetorical
Say the same lines but the fans aren't bored of me
75 thousand dollars if you want to order me
Hold on, lemme change my swag
My flow Broadband, ya boy's still Lad
My whole click straight, yall whole click fags
Last night, your girl's forehead was on my abs

Gucci bandana (check)
Louis V leather (check)
Keep on looking, there's no one better (ay)
Air for ones, mixed with the new J's (check)
You can't catch me, I'm too far away
Marco polo [Bow Wow]
Bow makes the girls go crazy
They wanna be my lady
How many can I fit in my 2-seater Mercedes?
Lime green lambo, no roof that's a drop top
They hatin' 'cause their girlfriends on my jock
I let her lick the rapper, let her lick the after
The next Will Smith, I'll be ballin' like the rafters
If you don't want no drama in the club then don't act up
How can I run out? My money longer than a tour bus

New G-Shot (check)
Yellow lamborghini (bow)
BBC shirt with a fresh pair of jeans (wow)
Black card spending when I hit the mall (stuntin')
You can't catch me, I'm so ahead of yall
Marco polo

(Thanks to Yvon for these lyrics)