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I'm Comin'
Big Tymers Song Lyrics
(feat. Mikkey, Gilly, Jazze Pha, TQ) (Chorus: Mannie Fresh)< i> I'm comin (like a relic in a pick-up truck) Bass hummin (15s in the back of us) Still runnin (like a energizer bunny bruh) Hood plumbin (lay a big dick down in her) Yo woman (skripper comin down on the pole) Show somethin (big titties and the asshole) Drums drummin (out the escalade on 24s) Yeah Uh Oh! (Mikkey)< i> Chicago's #1 Flicka Nigga back on it 2003 Caddy with that burberry rag on it It's mink on the floor, the seats is ostrich What else can I say family we some mobsters This cash money you know we the boss of this hood shit Floss in this hood get, shots in his hood quick This big tymin' man, put them little rides up We 600 whippas put them little 5s up Cash money, we ain't duckin and dodgin We bustin and ridin, Caddy truckin and prowlin What the fuck are ya hollin Entourage of benz, 'lacs, and beamers With dime bitches with asses fat as Trina's Whoa I got my 4 tuck Me I'm out for more bucks '03 I'm pullin up the Lam with the doors up And watch these whores fuck and suck like crazy Can't fuck wit cash money, we niggas is crazy (BIOTCH) (Chorus)< i> (Baby)< i> See I flip the color daddy, change my paint Switch my rims, my mats is mink Pull out the console, i drank to thank Got the alligator seats on a full tank But Ay-ay, 25 28s Big money, heavy weight Vet navigation system ?? Wooo, them special made tires To fit my ride, I put a dove in the inside Stunna mutha fucka (Rim trucks!!) Sittin on them mutha fuckin gittas B.B. King, blues daddy Know what I mean? (know what i mean?) know what i mean? Got big truck drivers, Hoes don't mind us (Oh you think it's a game, ma?) Bitch stand behind us It's nothin but minks and it's cold as fuck (brrrrrrrrrr) Bitch hop in this truck!! (Chorus)< i> (TQ)< i> There go lil TQ And he comin in the cutlass, gettin his hair blew Not givin a fuck about nothin that you hoes do Don't underestimate my pimpin cuz it's serious fool I'm on hunnit spokes I gots fo' hoes I got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoes If ya thank the shit is stankin, bring some drama hoe That's on momma though We got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby #1 Stunna, that's my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that's my dawg Big Tymers, we big ball (TQ, Mik, and Gilly!!) Got em takin it off Woooo, let the bottles pop! (Bitchesssssss) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound) Oops, bout to shake the spot Cuz we don' fucked around and don' got too hot (Chorus)< i> |
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