Big Tymers

Big Tymers

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  • Big Tymers This Is How We Do Lyrics

           

    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



    [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] (2x)

    This how we do it, where I'm from

    I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun

    Shi-ine, on my face, got that thing on my waist

    Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid

    To let the iron, sing out, it can ring out



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Got one more minute, 'fore last call

    Two drunk players leaning on the wall

    Three crazy dudes screamin, "alcohol"

    Four more youngings claimin' that they ball

    Five bartenders and they all want leave

    Six ugly chicks with some fucked up weaves

    Seven butch skiezes and they all look rough

    Eight thugs hollerin', "yall don't want it wit us"

    Nine broads runnin' off at the mouth

    Ten broads trying to hear what they talkin' about

    Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club

    Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs

    Thirteen fights, sticks, bottles and pipes

    Fourteen police reading peoples they rights

    Fifteen minutes on interstate-10

    At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa



    [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)



    [Baby]

    Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades

    Mami know my name, hommie know I don't play

    Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade

    Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze

    Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots

    We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock

    Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop

    We VIP hommie, so them bitches gon' jock

    Maybach on them 23s

    Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be playa? (Hello)

    You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated

    Porsche trucks, Infinity graded

    Gotta give props to the man that made me

    Red Gold, I start it went crazy

    Afford to stunt, boy, stay in y'all places



    [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)



    [Mannie Fresh]

    Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas

    I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this

    She said, "I do you, but never ever him

    He is a wimp, and you is a pimp"

    Then she goes down, to my brown

    One eye, big guy, hear that sound?

    Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)

    Turn everything off bruh

    Check out my outfit (music resumes)



    [Baby]

    I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs

    Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub

    I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge

    She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub

    (that's nothin' lil' one)

    I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy

    The yellow-gold stealth, faded

    Got the chrome, nigga, plated

    Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it



    [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (Fade To End)

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