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Big Tymers |
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How You Luv That - Vol. 1 |
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Suga & Pac, Puff & Big |
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\"Suga & Pac, Puff & Big\" |
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(feat. B.G., Lil Wayne) |
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[B.G.] |
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Me the B.G., and Baby my fuckin rounds |
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Two livin legend paper chasers from uptown |
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Bout money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches |
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We roll in trucks like Hummers and Expeditions |
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Our relationship like Moses and Jesus |
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Ask one of our hoes, ain't no comin between us |
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Two black young kingpins, that's how they treat us |
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Steaks and fettucini is what they feed us |
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Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin |
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the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips |
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back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all |
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Cause we roll with the motto, \"Ball til we fall\" |
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Fuck wit B, you bringin B.G. all the way out there |
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Fuck wit me G you bringin Baby all the way out there |
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Since ninety-two ninety-three our love been there |
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We never spend to a pussy, Cash Money niggaz share |
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I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact |
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Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract |
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Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head |
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Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head at |
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We play high gold floss rocks and drive drop-tops |
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Way I bust it look like Suge and 'Pac |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs |
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million |
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[Baby] |
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Like J. and 'Face, like Russ and Run |
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Baby and B.G. comin through like assault rifle machine guns |
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Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder |
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You better thank quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder |
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Comin through a dark tunnel a black on black Hummer |
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It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer |
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We both got three or fo' bitches we bank at first |
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Embassy playboy to hide our riches |
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Me and this young nigga we tighter than stitches |
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He the motherfuckin rapper and I'm the game spitter |
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And if you you fuck wit him |
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I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches |
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And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace |
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It ain't nuttin in this industry gon' fuck |
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wit Baby and little B.G., wit Mannie Fresh beats |
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Wit Suga Slim's brains behind all this heat |
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and my Hot Boyz strapped ridin right beside me |
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Nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo' light bill |
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I'll bet my Rolex wit my bezel nigga to yo' cable bill |
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It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money |
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cause we keep it real nigga, believe that |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Now what? Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs |
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, what? |
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[B.G.] |
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I got love for my nigga Baby |
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He heard I rapped, came on VL and saved me |
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Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy |
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Cause I'm gettin my shine on, don't you hate me? |
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B.G. and Baby, livin good pah |
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We just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog |
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Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog |
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We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog |
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[Baby] |
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Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich? |
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What make these niggaz think the diamonds on my Rolex ain't the shit? |
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My brotha Prime taught me how to wear two Rolexes at one time |
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Nigga I'm gon' shine til I die |
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Me and this nigga been together since he was twelve |
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Hangin out at club, Rolexes daybreak watchin my beeper ring bells |
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Now I knew this young nigga would end up swell |
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I used my mind to keep him writin rhymes |
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cause I knew he'a be major at one time |
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Now I done rolled in the flyest cars |
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It ain't no secret that B.G.'s a Cash Money superstar |
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[Lil Wayne] |
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs |
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million |
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Like Suge and 'Pac, like Puff and B.I.G |
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs |
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Like 'Face and J., like Russ and Run |
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Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a million, ha? |
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[Baby] |
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Ain't nuttin could fuck wit us playboy |
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We take it how you want it, that's the issue nigga |
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We clockin it's all gravy |
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If it ain't about that money we ain't havin seein no bitches |
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We doin what we got to do, we clockin G's |
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Lil' Antoine, my lil' potnah from Tennessee |
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It's all gravy playboy, how you luv that nigga? |
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We clockin playboy, if you don't like it that's the issue nigga |
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Get it how you live playboy |
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How you luv that nigga? |
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If it don't make money it don't make sense nigga |
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I wear two watches on my wrist, at fifty G's a piece |
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How's that look nigga? That's a hundred |
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I done put two hundred G's on my grill |
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My dog Fresh bout to redo his shit |
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Nigga we just gon' have gold and hoes |
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How you luv that playboy? |
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Drankin Crystal, poppin bottles |
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Niggaz ain't drankin Tanqu-zay no more |
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Niggaz wearin rangs cost twenty G's |
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Niggaz earrings cost 'em twenty G's |
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Niggaz's rims cost 'em ten G's |
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Nigga homes costin two mill-ion |
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Nigga hoes gettin furs, nigga hoes gettin gators |
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Niggaz just. dumpin playa haters |
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It ain't no thang boy, how you luv that nigga? |
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Believe that boy (man I love yo' momma) |