| Song | To Be Played |
| Artist | Big Tymers |
| Album | Big Money Heavyweight |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jackson, Miller, Thomas ... | |
| * send corrections to the typist | |
| Shout out to my motherf**king self | |
| Ya heardz? | |
| I'm talking bout these bitches | |
| These hoes | |
| These play ass niggaz | |
| ? | |
| (Mannie) | |
| I ain't the one | |
| That get your tune up and you all done, bitch | |
| I'm looking nothing like your momma, son | |
| You get me messed up | |
| Guess what? I ain't him | |
| Get up and pick your shit up | |
| And go with him | |
| Nothing, nada, Nathanial | |
| I can't stand you | |
| Can you leave | |
| Please can you | |
| F**ked up weed | |
| Leave my shit | |
| Stanky ass bitch | |
| F**k your ass ho | |
| A nigga still rich | |
| My lawyer stay down | |
| Lay down | |
| And play the playground | |
| You joke ass, broke ass | |
| Ran out of smoke ass | |
| Gay ass, oh | |
| Bitch touch the wall | |
| Old sissy ass wannabe | |
| Missy ass y'all | |
| Some of these niggaz are bitches too | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It could be you | |
| But that's the way they do it bro | |
| I always knew that though | |
| Nigga had gays in his ways | |
| Cos he walk with a | |
| Switch, twitch | |
| Funny looking bitch | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Fake ass snitch | |
| You need more people | |
| We don't believe you | |
| F**k you in your ass | |
| You can never be my equal | |
| (Woman/Mannie) | |
| (Baby) | |
| I ain't the one | |
| To get played like a pool party | |
| Trick money | |
| Get nothing bitch | |
| Get the f**k | |
| Give me something for my money, ma | |
| You know the score | |
| Long dick, big pimps | |
| Got to get more | |
| Get dough, off tha dro | |
| With the cash flow | |
| Laid low | |
| Fo' deep on the indo | |
| ? ? ? | |
| That's how we roll | |
| Ay yo how we roll on them 24's | |
| On tha block | |
| With the rocks, with the Calico | |
| New whip, new shoes on the benzo | |
| New ?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 | |
| New lift, got chicks and they all know | |
| How we ride | |
| How we slide | |
| How we get inside | |
| How we hustle | |
| How we grind | |
| Til the day we die | |
| How we muscle | |
| How we tussle | |
| It's the way of life | |
| You don't see my struggle | |
| All you see is f**kin ? | |
| (Mannie) | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut'in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f**k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y'all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut'in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f**k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y'all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| (Baby) | |
| I ain't the one | |
| To get cracked at a dice game | |
| Roll seven hit eleven | |
| Get your money, man | |
| Get together pluck a feather | |
| Wear your gold chain | |
| OG young nigga | |
| Let me do my thing | |
| Came through in the Rolls with the full frame | |
| Zaratoga and ? ? with the dope game | |
| Early 70's | |
| The block ? had a name | |
| Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing | |
| (Mannie) | |
| I ain't the one | |
| Piss me off | |
| And I'm a get the gun | |
| Clear this motherf**ker out | |
| And make them all run | |
| They shoot | |
| Too late to look | |
| Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla | |
| ?7 wall hard head? | |
| Kill them all | |
| I want them dead | |
| Watch your mouth | |
| It's a drought | |
| And they all afraid | |
| The feds got ?flicks? | |
| Of all your clicks | |
| They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks | |
| (Mannie) | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut'in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f**k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y'all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut'in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f**k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y'all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do |
| zuo ci : Jackson, Miller, Thomas ... | |
| send corrections to the typist | |
| Shout out to my motherf king self | |
| Ya heardz? | |
| I' m talking bout these bitches | |
| These hoes | |
| These play ass niggaz | |
| ? | |
| Mannie | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| That get your tune up and you all done, bitch | |
| I' m looking nothing like your momma, son | |
| You get me messed up | |
| Guess what? I ain' t him | |
| Get up and pick your shit up | |
| And go with him | |
| Nothing, nada, Nathanial | |
| I can' t stand you | |
| Can you leave | |
| Please can you | |
| F ked up weed | |
| Leave my shit | |
| Stanky ass bitch | |
| F k your ass ho | |
| A nigga still rich | |
| My lawyer stay down | |
| Lay down | |
| And play the playground | |
| You joke ass, broke ass | |
| Ran out of smoke ass | |
| Gay ass, oh | |
| Bitch touch the wall | |
| Old sissy ass wannabe | |
| Missy ass y' all | |
| Some of these niggaz are bitches too | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It could be you | |
| But that' s the way they do it bro | |
| I always knew that though | |
| Nigga had gays in his ways | |
| Cos he walk with a | |
| Switch, twitch | |
| Funny looking bitch | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Fake ass snitch | |
| You need more people | |
| We don' t believe you | |
| F k you in your ass | |
| You can never be my equal | |
| Woman Mannie | |
| Baby | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| To get played like a pool party | |
| Trick money | |
| Get nothing bitch | |
| Get the f k | |
| Give me something for my money, ma | |
| You know the score | |
| Long dick, big pimps | |
| Got to get more | |
| Get dough, off tha dro | |
| With the cash flow | |
| Laid low | |
| Fo' deep on the indo | |
| ? nbsp? nbsp? | |
| That' s how we roll | |
| Ay yo how we roll on them 24' s | |
| On tha block | |
| With the rocks, with the Calico | |
| New whip, new shoes on the benzo | |
| New nbsp? kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 | |
| New lift, got chicks and they all know | |
| How we ride | |
| How we slide | |
| How we get inside | |
| How we hustle | |
| How we grind | |
| Til the day we die | |
| How we muscle | |
| How we tussle | |
| It' s the way of life | |
| You don' t see my struggle | |
| All you see is f kin nbsp? | |
| Mannie | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| Baby | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| To get cracked at a dice game | |
| Roll seven hit eleven | |
| Get your money, man | |
| Get together pluck a feather | |
| Wear your gold chain | |
| OG young nigga | |
| Let me do my thing | |
| Came through in the Rolls with the full frame | |
| Zaratoga and nbsp? nbsp? with the dope game | |
| Early 70' s | |
| The block nbsp? had a name | |
| Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing | |
| Mannie | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| Piss me off | |
| And I' m a get the gun | |
| Clear this motherf ker out | |
| And make them all run | |
| They shoot | |
| Too late to look | |
| Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla | |
| ? 7 wall hard head? | |
| Kill them all | |
| I want them dead | |
| Watch your mouth | |
| It' s a drought | |
| And they all afraid | |
| The feds got nbsp? flicks? | |
| Of all your clicks | |
| They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks | |
| Mannie | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do |
| zuò cí : Jackson, Miller, Thomas ... | |
| send corrections to the typist | |
| Shout out to my motherf king self | |
| Ya heardz? | |
| I' m talking bout these bitches | |
| These hoes | |
| These play ass niggaz | |
| ? | |
| Mannie | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| That get your tune up and you all done, bitch | |
| I' m looking nothing like your momma, son | |
| You get me messed up | |
| Guess what? I ain' t him | |
| Get up and pick your shit up | |
| And go with him | |
| Nothing, nada, Nathanial | |
| I can' t stand you | |
| Can you leave | |
| Please can you | |
| F ked up weed | |
| Leave my shit | |
| Stanky ass bitch | |
| F k your ass ho | |
| A nigga still rich | |
| My lawyer stay down | |
| Lay down | |
| And play the playground | |
| You joke ass, broke ass | |
| Ran out of smoke ass | |
| Gay ass, oh | |
| Bitch touch the wall | |
| Old sissy ass wannabe | |
| Missy ass y' all | |
| Some of these niggaz are bitches too | |
| Look at yourself | |
| It could be you | |
| But that' s the way they do it bro | |
| I always knew that though | |
| Nigga had gays in his ways | |
| Cos he walk with a | |
| Switch, twitch | |
| Funny looking bitch | |
| Nobody likes you | |
| Fake ass snitch | |
| You need more people | |
| We don' t believe you | |
| F k you in your ass | |
| You can never be my equal | |
| Woman Mannie | |
| Baby | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| To get played like a pool party | |
| Trick money | |
| Get nothing bitch | |
| Get the f k | |
| Give me something for my money, ma | |
| You know the score | |
| Long dick, big pimps | |
| Got to get more | |
| Get dough, off tha dro | |
| With the cash flow | |
| Laid low | |
| Fo' deep on the indo | |
| ? nbsp? nbsp? | |
| That' s how we roll | |
| Ay yo how we roll on them 24' s | |
| On tha block | |
| With the rocks, with the Calico | |
| New whip, new shoes on the benzo | |
| New nbsp? kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 | |
| New lift, got chicks and they all know | |
| How we ride | |
| How we slide | |
| How we get inside | |
| How we hustle | |
| How we grind | |
| Til the day we die | |
| How we muscle | |
| How we tussle | |
| It' s the way of life | |
| You don' t see my struggle | |
| All you see is f kin nbsp? | |
| Mannie | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| Baby | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| To get cracked at a dice game | |
| Roll seven hit eleven | |
| Get your money, man | |
| Get together pluck a feather | |
| Wear your gold chain | |
| OG young nigga | |
| Let me do my thing | |
| Came through in the Rolls with the full frame | |
| Zaratoga and nbsp? nbsp? with the dope game | |
| Early 70' s | |
| The block nbsp? had a name | |
| Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing | |
| Mannie | |
| I ain' t the one | |
| Piss me off | |
| And I' m a get the gun | |
| Clear this motherf ker out | |
| And make them all run | |
| They shoot | |
| Too late to look | |
| Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla | |
| ? 7 wall hard head? | |
| Kill them all | |
| I want them dead | |
| Watch your mouth | |
| It' s a drought | |
| And they all afraid | |
| The feds got nbsp? flicks? | |
| Of all your clicks | |
| They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks | |
| Mannie | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do | |
| No keys | |
| No cheese | |
| No Benz | |
| No nut' in | |
| Get up get out | |
| Get the f k and stop frontin | |
| Get on | |
| Before we spit on | |
| Your whole whack crew | |
| Y' all Niggaz | |
| Do what you do |