Paroles de New york new york freestyle

(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

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

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)