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Tytuł: Drivin' Em

  • Wykonawca: Big Tymers
  • Wy¶wietleń: 571
[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