Big Tymers - Big Ballin' lyrics

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Big Tymers - Big Ballin' lyrics

[Manny Fresh] I told ya f**in' a** I be back In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac License plate say money makin' n***a fa sho Chillin' by ya boy house kissin' on these hoes See these broads want stars Big dicks down in the drows Seven days a week seven brand new cars Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300 Check us and front it the Navigator Garage with the elevator You not a hata Then press second floor So you can see the muthf**in' Big Tymers car show Now on the left side we got the brand new Benz And on the right side b**hes shakin' a** for ends And in the middle n***as throwin' 20s and 10s And up top n***as drinkin' juices with gin juices with gin juices with gin [Baby] News cars Pretty broads Neighborhood superstars Going far Goin' to the super bowl In the hole And I owe my n***a for frontin' me two kilos Yellow ice With new heights Hoes got my name right Fame got my muthaf**in' game tight Dirt digga Hoe go-getta n***a outta line Playboy I got ten on ya feet Car shinna Rim blinda 20 inch rida n***a and you can ride right beside me Titty watcha Hoe stoppa VCR tape poppa Neighborhood naked flick watcha Border line Hen (hennesey) poppa Byran is my heart and Pearl is my number one chick And Ca$h Money Records gone run this nationwide sh** And playa you can believe that sh** Chorus: repeat 4X Whoa whoa whoa Kemosabe Big big big ballin' is my hobby [Manny Fresh] I see you jockin' Baby 'cause he got a Mercedes And ya know about his ladies And all his babies [Baby] I know what they like Them brand new bikes So we can ride around town like Tina and Ike I'ma shine till I die n***a We worldwide everybody know Ca$h Money ride or die n***a [Manny Fresh] Twenty inch wheels is what I roll And when I pa** yo b**h all outta control [Baby] Buyin' Lexus Land Cruisers The 4-7 the big pipe user Hoe abuser [Manny Fresh] Its the project sticker man Full of liquor man Ridin' with cha b**h with the tymers playin' [Baby] Ballin everyday popin' Dom P bottles Ball til ya fall is the Ca$h Money motto Flashy cars Pretty broads The word uptown we bought these cars For girls I bought Pretty j**els With new shoes With tatoos A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do [Manny Fresh] Fight who you gotta fight Shoot who you gotta shoot Boot who you gotta boot Do what you gotta do Chorus [Manny Fresh] 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 p**y in the middle of the street Best believe next week I'ma be downtown Point court St. Bernard b**h throwin' down Then I'm mosy on down cross the kanel Put up the mic 'cause I got a f**in' story ta tell Teresa Baby: Yous a Ca$h Money b**h say what you still a Ca$h Money b**h Manny: I say lil Lisa Baby: You still a Ca$h Money b**h say what you still a Ca$h Money b**h Manny: My n***a Baby ya wit me Baby: Fa sho Manny: Now bring it to the McMelph Caliope [Baby] n***as livin for the Sunday On the lake bakin cake watchin n***az ridin round with they honey (Drinkin Daquiri) Hoes packin, white folks actin Givin tickets n***a for the jackin n***az 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 motherf**in feds Chilly Chilly actin silly, but cha name k**a Told me he gon' k** him a n***a Suga Slim, all in, game tight And we just about to start this all night flight