Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Get Your Roll On lyrics

rate me

Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what

Ooooohhhhh, yeah

I..fuck..these...hoes

Af-ter...our shows

Big dicks... we slang

Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang)

Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets

Ro-lex... mo' sex

Television... head rest

Twenty inches... nothin less

Every-day..... iced..... out

Nigga play....lights out

M... period... Fresh, comma

Yo wife is my......baby mama

God.......damn mother-fucker

She's a...good dick sucker

What...the....fuck hold on

Everybody (Scribbles) get yo' roll on

Everybody get yo roll on

Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on

What

Be-atrice...bitch please

You....know....who I.....be

Nothin else.....none other

The...number one...stunner

Nigga...I pimp hoes

Boss...toss...flip hoes

Show them....bitches no...love

Ridin 2G 'llac on......dubs

Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks

Nigga I done sold all that shit

soon as....my, tour stop

Bought five Bentley Azures...props

TV's must...buttons must....

CMB...platinum plus

What the.....fuck...hold on

(Scribbles)

Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

I...like...loud pipes

Big..rims....mo ice

V-twelves...or better

No...itch....strictly leather

Playstation....DVD's

Don't worry about yo bitch

She comin wit' me

Leavin stickers on the Bentley

To show the price

Arm out the windows

Just to floss my ice

Fresh....wait hold up

Thats that bitch....we fucked

Nigga.....what yo bank bout

Dog i've been....lost count

Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo'

Slap that bitch...punch that hoe

What the fuck....hold on

Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

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