| Drivin in a Benz, in the nest
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| Coming in this motherfucker, turning motherfuckin necks
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| Going back in the superstretch
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| Just checkin how many fly bitches I can catch
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| Ride motherfucker and you gonna know
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| Seeing some ladies hanging out the window
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| Let the interior look reign
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| 18 inches whippers look like so much pain
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| I’ma mac like Moley the one and only
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| I’m a fuck like daddy look pretty like Tony
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| See a hoe, bitch, shit
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| You gotta stop on the corner when you see a state cop
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| For the niggas in the night they call drag, I’ma fool and be cool
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| With an automatic click clack
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| I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger
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| Mama gonna dress and you all be better
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| In the middle of the night it’s on
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| It’s hot call Frank and meet you at the spot
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| Cash Money rules every thing around
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| If you represent U.P.T. |
| your downtown
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| Bitch I thought knew they call me Baby
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| Hoes drive me crazy
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| Money is a must, coats slanging
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| Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars
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| I mini Benz, expeditions and other cars
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| I look so pretty, and I’d fuck these hoes
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| On the grill with a mouth full of gold
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| Bitches know, I’ll let cha know on tape enough shit
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| Those lamborgini niggas know shit
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| And I love these hoes that suck dick
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| Big Tymers for life enough g’s on my rolex
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| From acorn the magazine
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| And she was seen homie giving brains behind it homie
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| It’s was nice with the ice, they call me Baby
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| These bitches know my game is tight
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| Who can file for most of the squash
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| Blast through the door and get your ass tossed
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| Every nigga on the map on acasion lose every nigga in them hallways
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| Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision
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| 'cause you don’t want them to hit cha bitcha
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| Me in the coop, ya’ll in the hall
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| Ya’ll on the crawl so I gots to ball
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| I’m in the yearbook
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| When I was at booker t party of the year 1993
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| My satisfaction is, I’ve never been a problem
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| See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em
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| When I’m stuck in the club niggas will let you know
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| On the door start looking for sure
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| And if you want to start something
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| With my kliq it’s cool 'cause chop off all your dicks
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| Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live
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| The third door from the hum drums
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| Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we’ll some
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| You won’t see us in the tinted old car
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| Won’tcha ass be all fallin behind
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| But you got luck thats why you got behind
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| Time is running out for you fools
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| Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out
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| And slash your fuckin leather
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| Get a seperate shit better, whether
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| Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip
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| 'cause uptown for life is the motherfuckin shit
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| I’m the little one with the skrilla thats off the rilla
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| 'cause killas get punked on the start of pilas
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| Nigga it’s me Hot Boy show
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| Head tilted to the right, I’ll be right next store
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| Nigga you know me from the true store
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| I die slow 'cause the bullets, are old
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| Niggas fall to the floor, ain’t a slug to touch
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| Too bad little nigga say what
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| Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle
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| I’m on fire so they tried to chill it
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| Tell em dogg, ain’t nothin gonna shake
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| Creep like a slave and take all the bait
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| Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10
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| 110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind
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| I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend
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| Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind
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| Better watch your children, are they all in?
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| I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting
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| The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in
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| Jesus please come see us in the speeder
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| I jump out with gun in the freezer
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| Plus your boys won’t go
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| They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know
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| Huh huh wha wha nigga
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drivin' Em , by - Big Tymers. Song from the album How You Luv That?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп