Big Tymers - Put That Shit Up lyrics

rate me

Um hmm:fo sho

You can do big thangs when you're the Big Tymers

And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga

You really don't have to have golf balls you can have pimples

Ya know? Just have your game on

Check out the Benz (??)

Bought a green diamond - 30 carrots for stuntin'

I'm the boss of your ghetto, black crow of this game

Slide me 200 G's and I'll do anything

I'm gonna live it up and all

Mom how your son is known to ball

I put 22's on everything I car

The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce, the house hold

Hung out with Bobby - Ate breakfast with Whitney

Made it official New York is my city nigga

Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name

Baby - Number one stunna, caught showing my thang

Got a house on the lake I built from cake

Cooking pies and hustling for (?) flakes

I put dub deuces on the Avalanche truck

I break bruises I don't give a fuck

Say there's some 22's that cost a half-a-mill

When me and Baby be coming through like ya'll rappers for real?

Now I be slinging blocks, totting two twin glocks

Pushing a 600 Benz, rims spin when I stop

Jock, it's alright you see the watch ya'll like

I just got the (?) with the frog lights

Than it's alright kit it with a chrome small pipe

With killer Stone on the left and Hot Boys on right

Nigga I be riding in some Z71 type shit

Limo tinted cause I'm creeping with a fine bright bitch

Aston Martin got a new thing that I just might get

And if Puffy give a party he invite my clique

We gone pop that shit, say wodie where the bottles at?

Hello, this is a stunting bitch holla back

Princess and baguettes to out shine you cock suckers

Riding on some Ferris wheel's - Bigger than a mother fucker!

Rims - 22, chick - 22, take about 22

Playboy, now who the fuck are you?

I'm mister two-door coupes

Is that the cracker-gator boots?

With the two piece Gucci suits

2-way hanging off the loops

Gazigga-zan, gazigga-zigga-zigga-zan

Give me the watch, the bracelet and the chain

Fuck your Bentley - too slow ya heard?

Lamborghini in first "clock, clock unnn unnn skkkkiiirrrrr!"

You know Mikkey play the Air Ones - loosely laced

So I might lose a shoe when the groupies chase

The group be straight - the truth be I prefer the range

The sex be great but I prefer the brains

We got Dollars by the millions

Shoppers by the buildings

Chances of falling off - slim like Robin Williams

You can find me changing lanes in the Aston

Leaning back with your dame laughing (haha)