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Big Tymers How You Luv That - Vol. 1 Drivin' Em "Drivin' Em" (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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