(Hook)
Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo
Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo
All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo
I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
(Verse)
God bless the child, that God is on
I don’t look to mama, her baby grown
We would ship em in then we get em gone
You could smell it on me like a cheap cologne
Keep partying my bros, that’s what the Father said
It’s like I had no soul, I was the walking dead
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Had to get ahead, ain’t got time to sympathize
I was selling that vibe, and if he dies he dies
So cold blooded but flooded was the best
I was prison guy but livin like a pimp
How could I meddle all them years I peddled crack
I came back, call me to the block
If it’s bad, out here actin like nothing phase me
At Tony’s again but I was cryin like a baby
Look at his baby, snot with the ugly face
Look into some d**, still I’m nearly from taking away
(Hook)
Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo
Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo
All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo
I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
(Verse)
Those were the days, I remember them well
At the Mariott, layin up with Jezebel
Don’t piss and tell, this could be our little secret
Telling me she love me and I believe it
Looking back, oh what a fool I was
Different chick every night like it was humorous
It fueled my lust but now I hang my head in shame
They got the nerve to ask do they really hustle game
Yes indeed, them chickens really flew the cook
Crack the dome with the birds, co*k-a-doodle-doo
Them other dudes on the mike, I’m telling you the truth
That’s why I been sick of rap, chicken noodle soup
New recruits better salute, papa don’t play
They got me tippin off my belt and his side I take
What I say? Fishy face and pull up the bridges
Save the ridics for half the creeps, no more religious
(Hook)
Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo
Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo
All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo
I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo
Bow down no mo, bow down no mo