Bow Wow - New York New York Freestyle lyrics

[Stunt-tro] shout out to my Uncle Snoop what up [Dav?] What up [Crow?] I see you my n***a uh f** wit me who f**in' wit me? [nobody f**in' wichyou n***a, do ya thang Bow] [Freestyle begins, No hooks] Uh it's Mister 106, Mister take yo b**h, ain't I sick got this stupid wrist, platinum rollie on it, homie you can't hear it tick an I'on trust nobody, crib stupid, living room big as a hotel lobby protege is Snoop deez boys got me confused 'cause I ain't nuffin' like these other 26 year old dudes see I done sold more records, done f**ed more b**hes been in the game the longest and I'm still the richest Did the Grammy's wit Madonna, sh** the boy been hot I Like my hoes tall and thick just like tube socks they gotta a thang for this young n***a right here gettin' s** on the jet, blowin' smoke in da air I pull up the Griffin Ferarri California with the whole top missin' watch and chain glistenin, ballin' like a Piston now we out at Starlets ima dummy wit the money, I be goin' retarded back to back in them Ghosts, back to business I'm focused n***as talking I fell off, whole career I been coastin' puttin' up numbers like LeBron on n***as took ova BET I'm on my grind my n***as me and Bart in the Jeep, pulled off with two freaks heading back to the crib, hopin' we beat but you can let me know now, just keep it G 'cuz I can roll a blunt and take my a** to sleep my time is money so I don't waste it I stay to myself 'cuz n***as be on the snake sh** that fake sh** far from av-er-age I'm great b**h sending shots through Twitter, see me out but don't say sh** my homie hold da weapon so my hands stay clean kinda hard to stuff 25 G's in ya jeans and thats a four fifty-eight that is not a three sixty itsa big difference, you boys is not f**ing with me I'ont move unless Bart say the money is good I need half off top, let's get that understood gettin' money err'where, Jordans I got err' pair and I'm always in the night spot, why you don't be there? s**a. Broke boy, getcha bread right f** n***a. Bad b**h, watcha head like six shots and its over. spilling Deu-ce allova the sofa while havin' conversations with Hova chea we was ova in the UK watching the game at B show, we was backstage you know how bosses play top floor at the W, that's where bosses stay swear to God, half of deez rap n***as is lame they all wearing leather all dressin' the same all rocking Cubans, n***as got the same chain jus' no creativity nah that's a damn shame Born in the O just in case you ain't know but raised in the A, shout out to zone 4 I got a girl and she bad, fine as hell big ole a** like K Michelle when ya kush get low, don'tchu hate that sh** baby moms start trippin', don'tchu hate dat b**h I got the fade with the waves, don't get sea sick Louie loafers with the linen on my laid back sh** I'm gone [Blunt-tro] Aye n***a download that Bow Wow App, f** that I'm promoting n***a, I know [fades out]