Got Everything-Big Tymers

歌手 : Big Tymers

专辑 : Big Money Heavy Weights (Explicit Version)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:29

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TXT Got Everything-Big Tymers 文本歌词

Ay, Big Money Heavyweight, ay Fresh we back at it daddy, Big Tymers, summertime boy

See its summertime homie and we born to shine,

Cadillac dipped grill with the 9 on line,

Keep the ice on packed, with the big mack stacks,

Rims dipped the same colour as the new Cadillac,

See we lace our hoes, and smoke our dro'

When we go to the club, we go through the back door,

With the nine on my waistline (waistline)

Any ni**a act up he get that nine to his f**kin' mind

Homie still doing time (doing time), son a sack thru his mind

he get it thru the pipeline,

flicks, so you see how we shine, everybody know stunna so you know I'm doing mines,

Its a vision of dreams with Cadillac machines, get loot, not hoes if you know what I mean

Gotta hustle and grind, keep the money on your mind,

Summertime all hoods, blow up and shine

Got everything they ever built, everything they ever made

And on my bed, I even got a mink spread

On all my cars, gotta have spinning blades

And all my toys, gotta have an infared

Six years ago, a friend of mine

Said its gon' rain before the sunshine,

Some gon' lead, some gon' follow,

Some gon' spit, some gon' swallow,

Now where you going ?, where you been ?

And whats your angle, and how you fit in,

So this time I made up my mind,

F**k being broke, its time to shine,

Kiss my momma, tell my daddy I'm gone,

Baby boy on his way to make a song,

From a quarter to a dollar to a five to a ten

You are witnessing,

The rise of a young black entrepreneur,

Spread my wings, I'm about to soar,

two million, three million ni**a I did it,

two billion, three billion ni**a lets get it,

See I'm a neighbourhood baller with the beamers and sprawlers,

The broads keep callin cuz baby I'm ballin'

Hood rich sh*t with these ghettos and bricks,

Stunna back at it ma' with that brand new six,

Stunna got that caddy with the bubble eye lips,

Fully equipped whips to custom made sh*t,

Now everything is wet, and everything is slick,

and everything is paid, mannie mink pimp

You scared, get the new escalade,

The long motherf**ker get the head done in suede,

Shining at its best, ni**a wear your vest,

Southern a** ni**a with his shirts and jeans fresh,

I like them starched heavy, big box chevy,

Head till' I'm dead from my ol' girl Debbie,

Don't try it, buy it, if its factory, amplify it,

Might go nitro, ignite it,

Yeah !, I see ya Casey, I see ya fam, Gilly, Mikkey, Boo, Mike, Stone, Lac, d-boy Ceedy

Wop, ay Ta I got you girl, I'm a hold us down shorty, we gon buy us some new private jets,

yeah,

Weezy We, Young Money, Squad up ni**a, Mannie Freezie, Suga Slim, Joe and Greg, I got us baby,

Hold on ni**a, its all good homie, ay Rodney !, its ya boy, its Bird Beezy my Neezy, we

riding for ya Darkchild

in the building ni**a, yeah, ay Tanto, I ain't forget bout you ni**a, uptown we in this b**ch

ni**a, ay ay, we riding

till the wheels fall off ni**a, guaranteed we wont look back from here ni**a,

We keeping it hood, you know, we only know it one way ni**a, yeah yeah, ah !