New York New York Freestyle Lyrics - Bow Wow

[Stunt-tro] 

shout out to my Uncle Snoop 

what up [Dav?] 

What up [Crow?] 

I see you my nigga 

uh fuck wit me 

who fuckin' wit me? 

[nobody fuckin' wichyou nigga, do ya thang Bow] 

[Freestyle begins, No hooks] 

Uh 

it's Mister 106, Mister take yo bitch, 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 

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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 fucked more bitches 

been in the game the longest and I'm still the richest 

Did the Grammy's wit Madonna, shit the boy been hot 

I Like my hoes tall and thick just like tube socks 

they gotta a thang for this young nigga right here 

gettin' sex 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 

niggas talking I fell off, whole career I been coastin' 

puttin' up numbers like LeBron on niggas 

took ova BET I'm on my grind my niggas 

Photos 

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 ass to sleep 

my time is money so I don't waste it 

I stay to myself 'cuz niggas be on the snake shit 

that fake shit far from av-er-age I'm great bitch 

sending shots through Twitter, see me out but don't say shit 

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 fucking 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? 

Sucka. Broke boy, getcha bread right 

Fuck nigga. Bad bitch, 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 niggas is lame 

they all wearing leather all dressin' the same 

all rocking Cubans, niggas 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 ass like K Michelle 

when ya kush get low, don'tchu hate that shit 

baby moms start trippin', don'tchu hate dat bitch 

I got the fade with the waves, don't get sea sick 

Louie loafers with the linen on my laid back shit 

I'm gone 

[Blunt-tro] 

Aye nigga download that Bow Wow App, fuck that I'm promoting nigga, I know [fades out]