Big Tymers

Big Tymers

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  • Big Tymers Drivin' Em Lyrics

           

    (feat. Larell, Lil Wayne)



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Drivin in a Benz, in the nest

    Coming in this motherfucker, turning motherfuckin necks

    Going back in the superstretch

    Just checkin how many fly bitches I can catch

    Ride motherfucker and you gonna know

    Seeing some ladies hanging out the window

    Let the interior look reign

    18 inches whippers look like so much pain

    I'ma mac like Moley the one and only

    I'm a fuck like daddy look pretty like Tony

    See a hoe, bitch, shit

    You gotta stop on the corner when you see a state cop

    For the niggas in the night they call drag, I'ma fool and be cool

    With an automatic click clack

    I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger

    Mama gonna dress and you all be better

    In the middle of the night it's on

    It's hot call Frank and meet you at the spot

    Cash Money rules every thing around

    If you represent U.P.T. your downtown



    [Baby]

    Bitch I thought knew they call me Baby

    Hoes drive me crazy

    Money is a must, coats slanging

    Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars

    I mini Benz, expeditions and other cars

    I look so pretty, and I'd fuck these hoes

    On the grill with a mouth full of gold

    Bitches know, I'll let cha know on tape enough shit

    Those lamborgini niggas know shit

    And I love these hoes that suck dick

    Big Tymers for life enough g's on my rolex

    From acorn the magazine

    And she was seen homie giving brains behind it homie

    It's was nice with the ice, they call me Baby

    These bitches know my game is tight



    [Larell]

    Who can file for most of the squash

    Blast through the door and get your ass tossed

    Every nigga on the map on acasion lose every nigga in them hallways

    Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision

    Cuz you don't want them to hit cha bitcha

    Me in the coop, ya'll in the hall

    Ya'll on the crawl so I gots to ball

    I'm in the yearbook

    When I was at booker t party of the year 1993

    My satisfaction is, I've never been a problem

    See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em

    When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know

    On the door start looking for sure

    And if you want to start something

    With my kliq it's cool cuz chop off all your dicks

    Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live

    The third door from the hum drums

    Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we'll some

    You won't see us in the tinted old car

    Won'tcha ass be all fallin behind

    But you got luck thats why you got behind

    Time is running out for you fools

    Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out

    And slash your fuckin leather

    Get a seperate shit better, whether

    Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip

    Cuz uptown for life is the motherfuckin shit



    [Lil Wayne]

    I'm the little one with the skrilla thats off the rilla

    Cuz killas get punked on the start of pilas

    Nigga it's me Hot Boy show

    Head tilted to the right, I'll be right next store

    Nigga you know me from the true store

    I die slow cuz the bullets, are old

    Niggas fall to the floor, ain't a slug to touch

    Too bad little nigga say what

    Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle

    I'm on fire so they tried to chill it

    Tell em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake

    Creep like a slave and take all the bait

    Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10

    110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind

    I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend

    Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind

    Better watch your children, are they all in?

    I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting

    The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in

    Jesus please come see us in the speeder

    I jump out with gun in the freezer

    Plus your boys won't go

    They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know

    Huh huh wha wha nigga



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