Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Broads songtekst

Je score:
See these broads, I like'em and shit
 Wish I could, give all these hoes a picturemy dick
 See I like'em and psyche'em, then I get in the win
 I might just need you and leave you at a quarter past 10 but
 I ain't gon' lie, yo' pussy was good
 But your mouth is better so I wish you would
 Workin' your way down to the Diz-nick, uh huh
 It feels so good when you do the liz-nick
 You got doin' push-ups and I'm takin' ginseng
 LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE! In the middle of the ring
 you got my dick hard like a '57 Chevy
 Rocked up, ya cocked up, cause I'm ready
 To go up in ya, let that other nigga send ya
 Cards and shit while you suckin' my dick
 I like you a little bit more than I'm diggin' my shirt
 Ya little pretty ass dick suckin' expert, BEEYOCH

 [Chorus]
 See i love these broads, but I toss'em up quick
 Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique 2x

 [Baby]
 These broads, nigga, I wsh that I could love'em all
 These broads, nigga, I wsh that I could fuck'em all
 These broads, I let these hoes just drive my car
 But these hoes know one thing that I'm a superstar
 These hoes get out of line, I'ma show'em I'ma hog
 And now that I'm rich, I show these hoes they ain't shit
 And every hoe I fuck with, I make suck my dick
 It ain't no secret, I know these hoes bout my money, shit
 But i tell a hoe quick, that she ain't shit
 My main hoe player, I don't make her suck my dick
 I might just get loose and wanna kiss my bitch
 But not that I got a daughter, I'm supposed to be lighter on a bitch
 But I'm gon' be hard on these hoes for life, shit
 I'ma true U-P-T player for life, shit
 But I'ma say it again, I don't love no bitches
 I bout my money, nigga and fuckin' these bitches

 [Chorus]

 [Baby]
 Now I had been here for 25 years
 I understand one thing, that life is a bitch
 I done lost my maw and my paw, my brother and my sister all up in one year
 I understand one thing, I gotta ball 'til I fall
 And show these hoes that money ain't no thing, dawg
 See, I tell a bitch that she ain't shit
 And at the same time ask that hoe to suck my dick
 See, I don't take money and mix with no bitch
 Cause one thing, these hoes would lose they mind and get lost quick
 It ain't no secret, I make these hoes think I'll pay their shit
 But I keep it real and pay my nigga shit
 I say fuck a hoe and make these hoes back up
 I keep it real and fuck with niggas who'll act up
 And kick in yo' front door, yo' hoe told my nigga where your dope
 Now you stuck out like a hoe
 And my niggas, done hit a lick from yo' bitch
 And all you hoes mad cause we done hit yo' shit

 [Chorus 2x and talk til end
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Cash Money Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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