Lil' Keke

Lil' Keke - Big Rim's lyrics

rate me

(feat. 1 Da Boy)

[1 Da Boy:]

When I ride, you know I'm sitting on dos-two's

DVD's with TV screens, I'm looking cool

But uh be looking cool for myself, slowed down

Slowed down, slowed down

You know I can't, I see nothing but luck in my surroundings

But, I'm fin's to take over this rap game fa sho

Me and my raw click, spitting heat you didn't know

1 Da Boy done linked up, with that Avarice

Scatting bout fifty deep, been alone

Avalanche truck what, we out the roof like what

Stunting and big balling, spending cheese like what

Costing bout fifty G's, point two's for my truck

Ice up in my Roley, so blue the wrist shut

Line chronic my man, we stay rolling it up

Verse gon stay hot, so you better give it up

For me and my nigga Po, we ain't to be touched

Haters I got a message, you can shut the fuck up

[Hook x2:]

I flip the big trucks, with the big rims

Fat tires, call em Yokohama slims

TV screens, with the DVD's

PS2 playing, on 17 inch monitor screens

[Lil' Keke:]

22's 23's, 24's and 5's

Everything that I ride, sitting wide and live

This is H-Town's finest, glowing covered in diamonds

Hard on the mic, forever be chart climbing

They know who I am, forever don't give a damn

Sitting low to the ground, in a brand new lamb

Shot calling, and they shit out of luck

Here go the kush young nigga, twist that purple up

[1 Da Boy:]

You know I'm showing off fronting my mouth, because I like to stunt

Big bodies on 22's, with the special made front

This my a-bidness boy, how I make my cash flow

And it's my a-bidness boy, always when I wanna ball

I'm having a conversation, on my cellular phone

Somebody mad at me, cause me Po ride chrome

With TV screens up in the head rest, two tone

Mad because my paint change, like them Color boys

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke:]

Southsi' for li', Westside fa sho

Got plenty of endo, got plenty of cash flow

In a SUV, you know we tinted and bented

G's thugs and killers, hard heads how all in it

Let me get a minute, take a second to wreck

When we step out on the scene, getting much respect

C.M.G. nigga, we ain't gon tear it apart

We gon rise in the game, like we did from the start

We tossing and giving dap, still be rolling slab

Still be paying ten, living ghetto fab

We looking for lil' mamas, rolling on Yokahamas

Hurting these boys mind, we causing em head trauma

On the money train, trying to dodge hard rain

Gripping up on the grain, leave a stain

All in the brain, I push slims on tims

Sitting and looking good, I'm riding big rims

[Hook x2]

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