Lyric The Wickedest
My Name is
B-O-W
This one goes out to everybody all around the world
Dog to dog
Girl to girl
I need yall to help me spell my name
[Chorus]
B, Bow
O, Outstanding
W, everybody know I m the wickedest
Wow, that s what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and
proceed to get down
[Verse 1]
Ha ha, doggy bag
Everybody listenin
Beats still pumpin
and mickey still glistenin
Around here we take ballin around to the next step
On them 22 s back seat in the concept
I take full responsibility of infire
I wont stop rockin till I retire
I m so in the mix, so so sick
I know just what to do, that s why they so in love with the
B, bow
O, outstanding
W, everybody know I m the wickedest
Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I m kickin this
hat to the back, pants down low
Gotta keep it G-H-E-T-T-O, huh
Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna
I m at the tippy top, and I ain t never going under
1 shot nail it, now every body spell it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker
might know how to run. but I m a whole lot quicker
Got so many ways to you, it s a shame to me
And ain t none of yall out that can hang with B
Young, old, I don t care what you is
The name of your label, or the place you live
You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one
Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly
One full pocket stay fatty
And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy
And that s how it is when you dealing with a dog
I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off
After death I m the under boss ain t no secret
Got everything lock and that s how we gonna keep it
Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I m the
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I came through the door blazin
Hotter than them California raisins
Back in them dayz when they was a lick
My money play is to hit you with the down and out
Look around everybody tryna go my route
And I don t drop no duds, I only drop burners
The game is mine, and I don t even gotta learn it
Can t drive but I can keep a party live
Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5
Cause I only make hits
While yall make record
I m the deli as the homie with the full blown package
Cant leave your girl around me
Cuz I m a true playa for real ask my homie JD
I m the
[Chorus]
B-O-W
This one goes out to everybody all around the world
Dog to dog
Girl to girl
I need yall to help me spell my name
[Chorus]
B, Bow
O, Outstanding
W, everybody know I m the wickedest
Wow, that s what the girls all scream when I pop up in the screen, and
proceed to get down
[Verse 1]
Ha ha, doggy bag
Everybody listenin
Beats still pumpin
and mickey still glistenin
Around here we take ballin around to the next step
On them 22 s back seat in the concept
I take full responsibility of infire
I wont stop rockin till I retire
I m so in the mix, so so sick
I know just what to do, that s why they so in love with the
B, bow
O, outstanding
W, everybody know I m the wickedest
Wanna get close, so they can kick it how I m kickin this
hat to the back, pants down low
Gotta keep it G-H-E-T-T-O, huh
Uh, I been with Destiny, Jessica, Madonna
I m at the tippy top, and I ain t never going under
1 shot nail it, now every body spell it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Ya chain might be thick, but mines is more thicker
might know how to run. but I m a whole lot quicker
Got so many ways to you, it s a shame to me
And ain t none of yall out that can hang with B
Young, old, I don t care what you is
The name of your label, or the place you live
You betta recognize a real dyme when you see one
Sippin on a shirly, hollerin at your girly
One full pocket stay fatty
And I take it to the house so much they call me young Trick Daddy
And that s how it is when you dealing with a dog
I might lick you in your face, or bite your head off
After death I m the under boss ain t no secret
Got everything lock and that s how we gonna keep it
Bandaned up, braided, still actin a fool
Ha, still the hottest thing in high school, I m the
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I came through the door blazin
Hotter than them California raisins
Back in them dayz when they was a lick
My money play is to hit you with the down and out
Look around everybody tryna go my route
And I don t drop no duds, I only drop burners
The game is mine, and I don t even gotta learn it
Can t drive but I can keep a party live
Both folks say I remind them of the Jackson 5
Cause I only make hits
While yall make record
I m the deli as the homie with the full blown package
Cant leave your girl around me
Cuz I m a true playa for real ask my homie JD
I m the
[Chorus]
