Bow Wow - Emotional lyrics
[Bow Wow - Emotional lyrics]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride
I'm ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up
Young nigga sittin' comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin' heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went
Back to the home team had to find me wave
I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the 'Gram
Yeah y'all don't know me
Say you putting numbers up huh
You gotta show me
Snoop said, "Get these niggas
" so I'ma get 'em dog
One house, ten bitches
That how I'm living dog
Strip club, ten bands
Then watch 'em take it off
If she don't fuck, I don't tip
That's I how I do it y'all
Let's get back to this real
Shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me
Y'all think that it's true
See I'm too rich to be depressed and
I don't fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke 'cause I'm stressed
OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet
When I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it's a circus
Niggas turn clowns
Go 'head with all that fake love shit
I know what's up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays
They all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby
She signin' a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin'
Niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins
I ain't catchin' them cases, roll up
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean
He had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin' taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA
You can't relax out there
Take 'em to Compton, Wack
I swear they wouldn't last out there
They in your pockets huh
You paying for that pass out there
That's extortion at it's finest my nigga
We in these streets every night
It ain't hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover
That's all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips
So don't try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn't wait on Jermaine
And I'm just speakin' facts boy
I'll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different
Now our view ain't the same
You still stuck on that old shit
Boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so
I could see you Chris day ones
Me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon' always
Be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public
And we ain't speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown
This shit brazy
We grown men, let's turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart
That's what I'm supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I'm coachin' you
No subtweetin', you talk shit
Boy, I'm approachin' you that's real
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings fuck around
Wake up and regret everything I say
But, I thought that's what
Hip-Hop was about though so fuck it
Maybach ride
I'm ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up
Young nigga sittin' comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin' heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went
Back to the home team had to find me wave
I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the 'Gram
Yeah y'all don't know me
Say you putting numbers up huh
You gotta show me
Snoop said, "Get these niggas
" so I'ma get 'em dog
One house, ten bitches
That how I'm living dog
Strip club, ten bands
Then watch 'em take it off
If she don't fuck, I don't tip
That's I how I do it y'all
Let's get back to this real
Shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me
Y'all think that it's true
See I'm too rich to be depressed and
I don't fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke 'cause I'm stressed
OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet
When I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it's a circus
Niggas turn clowns
Go 'head with all that fake love shit
I know what's up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays
They all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby
She signin' a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin'
Niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins
I ain't catchin' them cases, roll up
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean
He had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin' taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA
You can't relax out there
Take 'em to Compton, Wack
I swear they wouldn't last out there
They in your pockets huh
You paying for that pass out there
That's extortion at it's finest my nigga
We in these streets every night
It ain't hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover
That's all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips
So don't try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn't wait on Jermaine
And I'm just speakin' facts boy
I'll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different
Now our view ain't the same
You still stuck on that old shit
Boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so
I could see you Chris day ones
Me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon' always
Be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public
And we ain't speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown
This shit brazy
We grown men, let's turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart
That's what I'm supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I'm coachin' you
No subtweetin', you talk shit
Boy, I'm approachin' you that's real
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings fuck around
Wake up and regret everything I say
But, I thought that's what
Hip-Hop was about though so fuck it