Big Tymers

Big Tymers - We Ain'T Stoppin' lyrics

rate me

Whoa, whoa

The Big Tymers nigga, who, who

Big Tymers nigga, huh, get it right

Bentley interior I lay back on it,

everytime a nigga see me it's a Kodak moment

Now I ain't the one to brag (nope)

But I bought myself a hummer, my brother a Jag (for sho)

I'm taking all the ho's and I'm making you mad (yep)

You violate my household, I'm busting your ass

Is you listening, do you see my ice when it's glistening

Cause if you wit that balla blocking niggas come up missing then

I need a bin life, to get right, up in my new Prowler

And put her lips tight on this pipe and suck out the problem

Need a Rolex wit princess cuts all at the bottom

Need a kit wit twenty inches on the car that I'm driving

Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates

Doing a hundred on interstates, and Hummers on 38's

We are C.M.B. my nigga

Fresh, Baby, Hotboys and Weezy Wee my nigga

Where ever it's popping, we stopping

But if it ain't hot then, we not then

Where ever it's twerking, we working

She got to be slurping, for certain

Project and hoodrat bitch is who I like

A bitch that's about riding, who going on flight

I met this bitch in Cabriny Green, a nasty ho

Like that dick from the back and you can "ugh" in her throat

A bitch that's about hustling and smuggling work

Head busting and thugging, just like Turk

A wild bitch off Gray street, doing her thing

Big ass, big tits she love eat ding-a-ling

I need a black hoe

One wit the braids in her head

Working wit some ass

And can give good head

Can't forget about this bitch up in Philly and Richie Allen

A freak nasty bitch, that's always swallow

Sticking to tha G code, Ree's and Girbaud's

Got hands and bout strapping, quick to beat a ho

Oops, almost forgot about Tasha up in the Watts

A hotgirl for sho, that stay dropping it like it's hot

Chorus:

Where ever it's popping, we stopping

But if it ain't hot then, we not then

Where ever it's twerking, we working

She got to be slurping, that's for certain

Bitch, I'ma be stunting until the day I go (what)

Bentley's and Hummers and drop Diablo's (what)

Running wit nigga's that don't love no ho's (what)

Platinum grill cause bitch I'm done wit gold

Hey

Now you know it's lil Weezy off the heezy believe me whoa

Hot like pepper, sliding out the compressor slow

Me and your wife slut, don't slam my door

Cut on the lights, look how the dam watch glow

Hold up, Wayne (what)

You know what, Wayne (whoa)

I'ma get in this bitch and do donuts, man

Now wait, Bubba

You gonna make me go buy a grape Hummer

And make me put my name in diamonds on the license plate cousin

Now peep me slick

I got a hoe out the project

That eat the dick, she a freaky bitch

Nigga you know it's Iceberg boy straight off the block

Wit the number one stunner and we blazing hot

Where ever it's popping, we stopping

But if it ain't hot then, we not then

Where ever it's twerking, we working

She got to be slurping, that's for certain

Where ever it's popping, we stopping

But if it ain't hot then, we not then

Where ever it's twerking, we working

She got to be slurping, that's for certain

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