Bow Wow
Bow Wow - New York, New York songtekst
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Fuck with me Fucking with me Do your thing Bow! It's Mister 106 Mister take your bitch Ain't no slick Got this stupid wretch Platinum Rollie on it Homey you can't hear it tick And I don't trust nobody Crip stupid living room big As a hotel lobby Prot?g? snooping Niggers got me confused See I ain't nothing like These other 26 years old dudes Settle, records no More fuck those bitches Been in the game the longest And I'm still the richest Grammy's with Madonna Hit the boy I like my toes tall and thick Just like 2 sacks The thing for this young niggaare Right here Getting s** on the jet Blowing smoke on the air I pull up the griff yeah Ferrari California The whole top Watching chain glistening Balling like as pistol Now we all it dollars Imma a dummy with the money I'll be going retarded Backing them ghost's Back the business, I'm focused Niggers talking I fell of Whole career I've been coasted Putting up numbers like Lebron on niggers Go for bt I'm on my grind my niggaare Pulled up for 2 freaks Heading back for the crib Hoping we be Niggaare let me know now Just keep it G Cause ic an roll a blunt And take my ass to sleep My time is money So I don't waste it I stay on myself Cause niggers be on that snake shit That fake shit Far from average, I'm great Bitch... See me at But don't say shit My homey held the weapon So my hand stay clean Kinda hard to stuff 25G in your jeans And that's a 4 58 That is not a 3-16 It's big difference Cause you boys ain't fucking with me More or less Burke Say the money is good We have up top Let's get that understood Getting money everywhere Jordans I got every pair And I'm always in a nice spot Why you gonna be there? Sucker, broke boy Get your bread right Bad bitch, whatcha head like? Shots and it's over Spilling deuce all over the sofa We're having conversations with cover niggaare Shit, we was over in the uk Watching the shows at B K We was backstage You know how Busta play Tough flow with the devil That's where Busta stay Swear to God All these rap niggers is lame They all wear leather All dress the same Whatever All rocking Cubans Niggers got straight chains No creativity Now that's a damn shame Rolling the O Just in case you ain't know But ways in the A Shout at its own folk Got a girl in she bad Fine as hell Big all ass like K Michelle Cush getting low Don't you hate that shit I don't start tripping Don't you hate that bitch? Got the Fay with the waves Don't get sea sick Louie Lofus with the linning On my lay back shit I'm gone I know this shit to be everywhere