- Big Tymers big ball in 歌詞
- Big Tymers
- I told ya ******' ass
I be backIn a brand new
Fleetwood
CadillacLicense plate say money makin' ******* fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big ************s down in the drows
Seven days a week, seven brand new cars
Yeah, I done it parkin'
GS 300Check us and front it the
NavigatorGarage with the elevator
You not a hata, then press second floor
So you can see the muth***** *'
Big Tymers car show
Now on the left side we got the brand new
BenzAnd on the right side ******* shakin' ass for ends
And in the middle * ******s throwin' 20s and 10s
And up top *******s 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 ******* for frontin' me two kilos
Yellow ice with new heights, hoes got my name right
Fame got my mutha******' game tight
Dirt digga, hoe go-getta, ******* outta line
Playboy, I got ten on ya feet
Car ************nna, rim blinda, 20 inch rida
******* and you can ride right beside me
Titty watcha, hoe stoppa,
VCR tape poppa
Neighborhood naked flick watcha, border line
Hen poppaByran is my heart and
Pearl is my number one chick
And Cash Money
Records gone run this nationwide ** **********t
And playa you can believe that ************t
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
KemosabeBig, big, big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
KemosabeBig, big, big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
KemosabeBig, big, big ballin' is my hobby
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
KemosabeBig, big, big ballin' is my hobby
I see you jockin'
Baby 'cuz he got a
MercedesAnd 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 *** *********ne till
I die *******, we worldwide
Everybody know
Cash Money ride or die *******
Twenty inch wheels is what
I rollAnd when
I pass yo ************ all outta control
Buyin' Lexus
Land Cruisers
The 4-7 the big pipe user, hoe abuser
It's the project sticker man, full of liquor man
Ridin' with cha ************ 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,
KemosabeBig, 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 ******** **** in the middle of the street
Best believe next week
I'ma be downtown
Point court
St. Bernard ************ throwin' down
Then I'm mosy on down 'cross the kanel
Put up the mic 'cuz
I got a ******' story tatell,
TeresaYous a
Cash Money ************
Say what you still a
Cash Money ************
I say lil'
LisaYou still a
Cash Money ************
Say what you still a
Cash Money ******** ****
My ******* Baby ya wit me
Fa shoNow bring it to the
McMelph Caliope
*******s livin' for the
SundayOn the lake bakin' cake
Watchin' *******z ridin' 'round with they honey(Drinkin' Daquiri)
Hoes packin', white folks actin'
Givin' tickets * ****** for the jackin'
*******z 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 mother******' feds
Chilly, Chilly actin' silly but cha name
KillaTold me he gon' kill him a ****** *
Suga Slim, all in, game tight
And we just about to start this all night flight
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