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Correct Big Tymerz Lyrics
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[Intro] Kid Wond3r, you made this beat? Damn Skrt No Hooks Part 2 in this bitch, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop sticked, bitch Skrt, skrt Aye, aye, aye [Verse] Your bitch is a gunner Ride foreigns in the summer Pop pills, smoke weed I'm the plug with the drugs, I got what you need Big rims on trucks Ran off on the plug, yeah, he out of luck 8 doors, shut the lights I done dodged fast cars, yeah, I'm runnin' lights High speed, Hellcat Hell nah, hella nah, ain't no catchin' that Fuck your bitch from the back Hell nah, I don't want her, you can have her back Forgiatos mounted up Check a big bag of money, then I count it up Homicides, zip 'em up He ain't breathin', tell the coroners come and pick him up Pull up, slide doors Blue strips, open doors Designer drugs, designer clothes Designer hoes, designer poles New whips, pigeon toe New ice, rose gold New price, show sold Bankrolls don't fold Rocks, blows, we sell those So strong, make a junkie head explode Water whippin', I broke the stove Now I got dope residue all on my clothes Red bottoms, Gucci shoes We rock Louis too You a killer, April Fools Nigga, get this shit confused, you gon' make the news Dealerships, foreign whips Cash out, poker chips Thick bitch, mean walk Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk These niggas all talk Hit the mall fuck it off, forgot what I brought These niggas throw salt They just mad 'cause they broke, ain't my fault Follow the trails, I'm drippin' sauce Leg hangin' out the car 'cause my doors off He off lean, he dozed off He ain't see me comin' with that Mossberg sawed off Poppin' pills, let me be great Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8 Pappadeaux and steak Tipped the waitress a hundred, told her bring my plate Presidential, Obama Nah, not the president, I'm talkin' marijuana My eyes low off, I'm high off ganja Dark shades, I can't see you, call me Stevie Wonder In the strip club, throwin' ones We just snuck in with all our guns I'm standin' on the bar, showin' out These Gucci shoes ain't comin' out Donuts, burn outs Nascar, fast car, watch the engine 'bout See a lame, point him out My homie tweakin' off the shit, he'll knock 'em out Your time is runnin' out We'll turn a nigga house to a haunted house I get it by the large amout I hit my plug for the drugs if I'm runnin' out
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