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BIG TYMERS
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Big Ballin'
Lyricist:Byron Thomas, Bryan 'baby' Williams
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the drows Seven days a week, seven brand new cars
Yeah, I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator
You not a hata, then press second floor So you can see the muthfuckin' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz
And on the right side bitches shakin' ass for ends And in the middle niggas throwin' 20s and 10s And up top niggas drinkin' juices With gin juices, with gin juices, with gin
News cars, pretty broads, neighborhood superstars Going far, goin' to the super bowl, in the hole And I owe my nigga for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my name right Fame got my muthafuckin' game tight
Dirt digga, hoe go-getta, nigga outta line Playboy, I got ten on ya feet Car shinna, rim blinda, 20 inch rida Nigga and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha, hoe stoppa, VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha, border line Hen poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Cash Money Records gone run this nationwide shit And playa you can believe that shit
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe Big, big, big ballin' is my hobby Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe Big, big, big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe Big, big, big ballin' is my hobby Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe Big, big, big ballin' is my hobby
I see you jockin' Baby 'cuz he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies, and all his babies
I know what they like, them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die nigga, we worldwide Everybody know Cash Money ride or die nigga
Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pass yo bitch all outta control
Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The 4-7 the big pipe user, hoe abuser Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
It's the project sticker man, full of liquor man Ridin' with cha bitch with the Tymers playin'
Ballin' everyday popin' Dom P bottles Ball til ya fall is the Cash Money motto Flashy cars , pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars
For girls I bought pretty jewels With new shoes, with tatoos A Cash Money motto do what you gotta do
Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Kemosabe Big, big, big ballin' is my hobby
Ten years ago a friend of mine Brought me to uptown second line Met meatball, nair, anglin' mets Want you do a D.J. in the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard bitch throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down 'cross the kanel Put up the mic 'cuz I got a fuckin' story ta tell, Teresa
Yous a Cash Money bitch Say what you still a Cash Money bitch I say lil' Lisa You still a Cash Money bitch Say what you still a Cash Money bitch
My nigga Baby ya wit me Fa sho Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope
Niggas livin' for the Sunday On the lake bakin' cake Watchin' niggaz ridin' 'round with they honey (Drinkin' Daquiri)
Hoes packin', white folks actin' Givin' tickets nigga for the jackin' Niggaz feudin', game losin'
Lil' told me ta watch these hoes tryin' to abuse me Joe Casey, goin' crazy My homeboy told me to watch these motherfuckin' feds Chilly, Chilly actin' silly but cha name Killa
Told me he gon' kill him a nigga Suga Slim, all in, game tight And we just about to start this all night flight
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