Big Tymers

Big Tymers

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  • Big Tymers Sunny Day Lyrics

           

    [Chorus: T.Q.]

    Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine

    You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind

    Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride

    Just like a sunny day, watch me shine



    [Baby]

    Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh

    You see them chrome on dem whodi?

    Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers

    Paint my cars, and dip these rods

    Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball

    Shine my teets, when I hit these streets

    Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece

    Slipped it girl, fed her some gas

    I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass

    Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage

    Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys

    Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a)

    Believe me boy, my shit diced up

    I stay one way, I play every day

    Its February 15th, stunna, hows the day?



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Now if you believe, like I believe

    We can get to the mountain top

    We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout

    Whats all the barkin bout?

    I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out

    Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much

    But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much

    And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero

    And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero



    [Chorus]



    [Gotti]

    Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today

    With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist

    And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today

    Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face

    But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby

    So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes

    We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy

    And Cash Money is the label that made me



    [Mikkey - overlapping last verse]

    Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse

    We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt

    So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to

    cock..that..thang..back..and dump

    Please, you don't want it wit us

    Now they say money makes the world go round

    But for the right price,

    Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up

    More than music this is rap hustlin

    This is money mackin and publishin

    Death before struggling, thats shine daddy



    [Chorus]

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