Fleacoo - Wow Lyrics

I did not choose this life, it chose me
I did not choose on that bih, she chose me
I would say I'm ballin' like Kobe, but then yaw would prolly refer to the old me
Please don't refer to de kid as your "homie"
I am the one rocking unreleased clothing
Yuh, these shits don't come out til next year
I'm sick with the stick shift I hop in and switch gears
Thought that was yo bitch hair, it's really de kid hai
I'm all in yo crib and she combing it out
Had to switch up the style
I was looking like bow wow, if niggas want features I'm raising amounts
And I kno that they mow mow, they really b pussy
I f*ck from the back then I buss on her tushy
I b Smoking on gushers, this shit can get gushy
I keep the thang on me in case it get mushy
I'm close to the ledge and I pray they don't push me
You the type nigga to go hide in the bushes
I'm the type nigga break gas down, it look like some bushes
But all of my hoes still exotic tho
I am the golden child, Fleacoo 'El Dorado'
Juugin' round the city like Pablo u kno how it go
They trynna legalize gas on the nawf, but me
And my dawgs havin bags for the low

Foot on they damn neck, I don't plan on letting up
Nigga f*ck yo whole set, all yaw niggas can get wet up
Never gave a f*ck bout respect, everybody always hated on us
But I never got checked, but I always got checks
Foot on they damn neck, I don't plan on letting up
Nigga f*ck yo whole set, all yaw niggas can get wet up
Never gave a f*ck bout respect, everybody always hated on us
But I never got checked, but I always got checks