Bow Down

Haters gonna hate while I’m walking on fire
I pay 'em no mind, most of 'em are just liars
Just let 'em bums blow steam, it ain’t hurting
Bite your tongue, 'cause you know
Haters gonna hate while I’m walking on fire
I pay 'em no mind, most of 'em are just liars
Just let 'em bums blow steam, it ain’t hurting
Bite your tongue, 'cause you know
Imma make you stop that, fight back, beg for it
Haven’t you heard?
I’m the one with that stack stuntin'
Take it to the top, bae, playing playboy bunny
Call PETA 'cause I can see your anaconda jumping (aye)
Turn the shit up, to burn the shit down
Fellas who hate don’t know what I’m about
Can’t see the haters I’m blinding 'em all
Take it serious, I’m working it out
Shake it off, back in style
Turn down the haters, I’m flossing this song
Me and my bitches we got it, you know
All of the money, attention and hoes
You’re about to dance and be freaked out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to cry and faint out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to dance and be freaked out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to cry and faint out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to, you’re about to, you’re about to bow down
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You’re about to, you’re about to, bow down
Haters gonna hate while I’m walking on fire
I pay 'em no mind, most of 'em are just liars
Just let 'em bums blow steam, it ain’t hurting
Bite your thong, 'cause you know
Imma make you stop that, fight back, beg for it
Haven’t you heard?
I’m the one with that stack stuntin'
Take it to the top, bae, playing playboy bunny
Call PETA 'cause I can see your anaconda jumping
Turn the shit up, to burn the shit down
Fellas who hate don’t know what I’m about
Can’t see the haters I’m blinding 'em all
Take it serious, I’m working it out
Shake it off, back in style
Turn down the haters, I’m flossing this song
Me and my bitches we got it, you know
All of the money, attention and hoes
You’re about to dance and be freaked out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to cry and faint out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to dance and be freaked out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
You’re about to cry and faint out
I’m gonna pull your strings and you will bow down
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