Bow Wow - Roger That Freestyle lyrics
[Bow Wow - Roger That Freestyle lyrics]
Wizzles back, wizzles back somebody tell em'
Bow wizzles back
And I'm the new era, and I talkin' fan caps
Beamer benz or bently
No I'm in that Lamborghini
And they saying I'm the best out, they right
Evidently i'm another youngin' in my weight
Class fucking with me
Try to sell some records first
Before you try and go and diss me
This is Cash Money baby, LB Dub baby
Call me Mr drive
All the fucking lady's crazy
And I'm king with the driver
Yep I'm quite lazy
And I might just buy a ball team like Jay-Z
I ain't throwing up the diamond
And I don't rep the rock
Big bezel homie yellow diamonds on my watch
I see you fucking with these bro colds
And got a boss chick
CEO shawty own her own kicks (oooooo)
Know you haters mad at that
I run my team quarter back
This automarsh I shine so bright it'l
Give yo ass a heart attack
Its about to get ugly
Sam Cassel off in this ho
Balling like Mugzy, OG Kush is what I smoke
Im finna go ape shit, no monkey business
Can't ever stop balling
When your money's endless
Well holla at ya boy then
Whenever you see me out
Make it rain on all the strippers
Then we hit the waffle house
Shout out to the ATL, 305 I see you too
But, I'm from that Buckeyes state
Home of that OSU 10 years in this shit and
I ain't gone give up
Somebody tell the toilet tell the boys
To get they shit up it's the B to the O Dub
You don't like me then so what
My haters it's so hot, I meant immature
My meants you grow up and my flow is sick
Here go a bucket go head throw up
And I got more girls than spell
Man college get ya hoes up!
Roger that! yeah go head roger that!
My hands on yo girls waist like a fanny pack
Shout out to my DJ (ill will) ok
Spit nothing but that heat
Up in this microphone, d Wade
Low cut ceaser, nigga get eeca
Comfy at the top
Why you think I got my feet up?
Juel turn the beat up, I'm about to go psycho
And I ain't the one to play with
You better get Tyko
O-o-o-o, I'm on when I'm about to go hammy
Who you know at 13 was
With Madonna at the grammy?
Boy, I do it so big, I do it so major
I wish that I was broke cuz
People ask for too many favors!
Im in Florida with the gators
I live in King of Diamonds
Take the lid out the gamble
Down in the bahamas still beat dog status
Tell me what ya know about it
This is my business, tell them bloggers
Get they nose up out it
Bow wizzles back
And I'm the new era, and I talkin' fan caps
Beamer benz or bently
No I'm in that Lamborghini
And they saying I'm the best out, they right
Evidently i'm another youngin' in my weight
Class fucking with me
Try to sell some records first
Before you try and go and diss me
This is Cash Money baby, LB Dub baby
Call me Mr drive
All the fucking lady's crazy
And I'm king with the driver
Yep I'm quite lazy
And I might just buy a ball team like Jay-Z
I ain't throwing up the diamond
And I don't rep the rock
Big bezel homie yellow diamonds on my watch
I see you fucking with these bro colds
And got a boss chick
CEO shawty own her own kicks (oooooo)
Know you haters mad at that
I run my team quarter back
This automarsh I shine so bright it'l
Give yo ass a heart attack
Its about to get ugly
Sam Cassel off in this ho
Balling like Mugzy, OG Kush is what I smoke
Im finna go ape shit, no monkey business
Can't ever stop balling
When your money's endless
Well holla at ya boy then
Whenever you see me out
Make it rain on all the strippers
Then we hit the waffle house
Shout out to the ATL, 305 I see you too
But, I'm from that Buckeyes state
Home of that OSU 10 years in this shit and
I ain't gone give up
Somebody tell the toilet tell the boys
To get they shit up it's the B to the O Dub
You don't like me then so what
My haters it's so hot, I meant immature
My meants you grow up and my flow is sick
Here go a bucket go head throw up
And I got more girls than spell
Man college get ya hoes up!
Roger that! yeah go head roger that!
My hands on yo girls waist like a fanny pack
Shout out to my DJ (ill will) ok
Spit nothing but that heat
Up in this microphone, d Wade
Low cut ceaser, nigga get eeca
Comfy at the top
Why you think I got my feet up?
Juel turn the beat up, I'm about to go psycho
And I ain't the one to play with
You better get Tyko
O-o-o-o, I'm on when I'm about to go hammy
Who you know at 13 was
With Madonna at the grammy?
Boy, I do it so big, I do it so major
I wish that I was broke cuz
People ask for too many favors!
Im in Florida with the gators
I live in King of Diamonds
Take the lid out the gamble
Down in the bahamas still beat dog status
Tell me what ya know about it
This is my business, tell them bloggers
Get they nose up out it