Drivin ’Em

Big Tymers, Larell, Lil Wayne

Drivin in a Benz, burban Lexus Coming through this motherfucker Turning motherfuckin necks Going back in a superstretch Just to see how many shy bitches I can catch When I ride motherfucker you gon know 20s on the skinnies hanging out the window Leather interior wood grain 18 inches woofers bought me so much pain I'mma mac like Roley the one and only Puff like daddy and im pretty like Tony See the ho, bitch, shit It's gotsta stop calico on the flo When a Ruger stay cocked For the niggas in the night that call jack With the tool imma fool Automatics click clack I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger Mama gonna dress ya and lord Gon bless ya nigga In the middle of the night it's hot Call toll take a Frank mean yall to the spot Cash Money rules everything around If you represent UPT or downtown Bitch I thought ya knew they call me Baby Hoes I drive them crazy Money is a must, coke slanging Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars I love many Benz, expeditions, hummers They so pretty, and I fuck these hoes Got a grill with a mouth full of golds And Bitches know that I'm rich And don't take no shit Notice lamborgini niggas that isnt shit And I love these hoes that suck dick Big Tymers for life it’s the shit 50 g's on my rolex From acorn Sugar slim got the brains behind it homie And It's so real nice with the ice They call me Baby These bitches Know my game is tight 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 I'm the little one with the Skrilla that's 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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