Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Tymerz, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 05.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Tymerz |
| Your bitch is a gunner |
| Ride foreigns in the summer |
| Pop pills, smoke weed |
| I’m the plug with the drugs, I got what you need |
| Big rims on Tuxs |
| Ran off on the plug, yeah he outta luck |
| A dose, shut the lights |
| I done dodged fast cars yeah I’m runnin' lights |
| Highspeed, Hellcat |
| Hell nah, hella nah ain’t no catchin' that |
| Fuck your bitch from the back |
| Hell naw, I ain’t want her you can have her back |
| Forgiatos mounted up |
| Check a big bag of money then I count it up |
| Homicides, zip 'em up |
| He ain’t breathin' tell the coroners go and pick 'em up |
| Pull up, slide doors |
| Blue strips, open doors |
| Designer drugs, designer clothes |
| Designer hoes, designer coats |
| New whips, pigeon toe |
| New ice, rose gold |
| New price, show sold |
| Bankrolls don’t fold |
| Rocks, blows, we sell doughs |
| So strong make a junkie itch blow |
| Water whippin', I broke the stove |
| Now I got dope residue all on my clothes |
| Red bottoms, Gucci shoes we rock Louis too |
| You a killer, April Fools |
| Nigga get this shit confused you gon' make the news |
| Dealerships, foreign whips |
| Cash out, poker chips |
| Thick bitch, mean walk |
| Yellow tape, red tape and white chalk |
| These niggas all talk |
| Hit the mall fuck it off, fuck what I brought |
| These niggas throw salt |
| They just made cause they broke, ain’t my fault |
| Follow the trails, I’m drippin' sauce |
| Leg hangin' out the car cause my doors off |
| He off lean, he dosed off |
| He ain’t see me comin' with that Mossberg sawed off |
| Poppin' pills let me be great |
| Got a bad bitch and she on Section 8 |
| Pappadeaux and steak |
| Tipped the waitress a hundred told her bring my plate |
| Presidential, Obama |
| Naw not the president I’m talkin' marijuana |
| My eyes low off, I’m high off ganja |
| Dawg changed, I can’t see you call me Stevie Wonder |
| In the strip club throwin' ones |
| I’m standin' on the bar, showin' out |
| These Gucci shoes ain’t comin' out |
| Donuts, burnt outs |
| Nascar, fast car watch the engine 'bout |
| See a lame point 'em out |
| My homie tweakin' off the shit, he’ll knock 'em out |
| Your time is runnin' out |
| We’ll turn a nigga house to a haunted house |
| I get it by the large amout |
| I hit my plug for the drugs if I’m runnin' out |