Big Tymers
Big Tymers - Get Your Role On songtekst
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Oooooooohhh................ What (Yeah), What (Yeah), What (Yeah) Oooooooohhh................. (Yeah) See.... (Mannie Fresh): I fuck these ho's, af-ter our shows, Big dicks we slang, freak bitch do yo' thang, (Do yo' thang) Benz, 'Vette's, Hummers, jets, Ro-lex, Mo' sex.. Tele-vision, head-rest, Twenty inches, nothin' less.. Every day, iced out... Nigga play? Lights out... "M" period, "Fresh" comma, your wife is my (era) baby mama. God-damn, mutha-fucka', She's a good dick sucker, What the fuck? Hold on.. Everybody (era-era) get yo' roll on! Chorus: Everybody get yo' roll on... Everybody get yo' muthafuckin' roll on.. (What?) (4x) (Baby of Big Tymers): Be-atrice, bitch please. You know, who I be. Nothin' else, none other, the number-one stunna. Nigga, I pimp ho's.. Boss, toss, pimp, ho's. Show them, bitches, no love... Ride 2G 'Lac on dubs. Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks.. Nigga, I done sold all that shit... Soon as, my tour stop.. Bought 5 Bentley Azure's, drops. TV's, must, buttons, must, C.M.B., Platinum plus.. What the fuck? Hold on... Everybody get ya muthafuckin' roll on.. Chorus (4x) Mannie: I like loud pipes.... Baby: Big rims, ho's, ice... M: V-12's or better.... B: No itch, strictly leather... M: Play-station, DV-D.... B: Don't worry about ya bitch, she comin' with me... M: Leave the stickers on the Bentley to show the price.. B: Arm out my window, just to floss my ice... B: Fresh, wait, hold up... M: That's that bitch we fucked... B: Nigga, what yo' bank bout? M: Dog, I been, lost count... M: Pop that Cris'.... B: Pop that Mo'.... M: Slap that bitch.... B: Punch that ho.... M: What the fuck? Hold on... B: Everybody get yo' muthafuckin' roll on... Chorus (5x) What? What? What? (Repeated to fade