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lil bow wow - new york, new york lyrics

f-ck with me
f-cking with me
do your thing bow!
it’s mister 106
mister take your b-tch
ain’t no slick
got this stupid wretch
platinum rollie on it
homey you can’t hear it tick
and i don’t trust n-body
crip stupid living room big
as a hotel lobby
protégé snooping
n-gg-rs got me confused
see i ain’t nothing like
these other 26 years old dudes
settle, records no
more f-ck those b-tches
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 n-gg-r
right here
getting s-x 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 r-t-rded
backing them ghost’s
back the business, i’m focused
n-gg-rs talking i fell of
whole career i’ve been coasted
putting up numbers like lebron on n-gg-rs
go for bt i’m on my grind my n-gg-r
pulled up for 2 freaks
heading back for the crib
hoping we be
n-gg-r let me know now
just keep it g
cause ic an roll a blunt
and take my -ss to sleep
my time is money
so i don’t waste it
i stay on myself
cause n-gg-rs be on that snake sh-t
that fake sh-t
far from average, i’m great
b-tch…see me at
but don’t say sh-t
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 f-cking 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 b-tch, whatcha head like?
shots and it’s over
spilling deuce all over the sofa
we’re having conversations with cover n-gg-r
sh-t, 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 n-gg-rs is lame
they all wear leather
all dress the same
whatever
all rocking cubans
n-gg-rs got straight chains
no creativity
now that’s a d-mn 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 h-ll
big all -ss like k mich-lle
cush getting low
don’t you hate that sh-t
i don’t start tripping
don’t you hate that b-tch?
got the fay with the waves
don’t get sea sick
louie lofus with the linning
on my lay back sh-t
i’m gone

i know this sh-t to be everywhere

- lil bow wow lyrics

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