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lirik lagu big tymers - southern boy

yeah, yeah, yeah, if david banner was here right now
he would just look at y’all m-th-f-ckas and go “d-mn!”
and if flip was here he would go, “what is y’alls saying?”

i’m a push trucks, n-gg- i’m a drive benz
m-th-f-ck the 8’s n-gg- i’ma get the 10’s
i’ma drink everythin’, i’ma get drunk
watch the shoes, i’ma show ya dudes, i’m ’bout to pop the trunk

i’ma be captivator, i’ma be calm
from that hat to the shirt, to the pants playa, woah
i’ma play polo, i’ma stay rich
i’m about to bust the southside in this b-tch

i’m a stay with sprint, m-th- f-ck nextel
can you hear me now? i don’t love no girl
i’ma eat chicken player, i’ma sip lak
push the old school caddy with the diamond in the back

i’ma get the candy paint just because i know you can’t
p-ssy, p-ssy, p-ssy, your life is blank
i’ma get the new j smoke all the purple haze
i’ma stick with game spittin’, game spittin’ in your face

’cause i’m a m-th- f-ckin’ southern boy
comin’ down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
heavy starch in my jeans
want criss, want hard, f-ck a n-gg-, f-ck a broad
you can’t top my southern flow
’cause i’m a m-th- f-ckin’ southern boy

i’m comin’ down so clean, and with rhymes so mean
heavy starch in my jeans
want criss, want hard, f-ck a n-gg-, f-ck a broad
you can’t top my southern flow
’cause i’m a m-th- f-ckin’ southern boy

look we ride the biggest truck 20 inches don’t give a f-ck
when i roll, n-gg- know i’m plush comin’ ’round and i’m high as f-ck
green truck, lift up, spinnin’ blades is a must
wood grain, suede and leather, feelin’ good with this cali weather

i can go in any hood, get a n-gg- they know i could
coming round and i’m iced up too n-gg- know ’bout me and my crew
layin’ low, being cool smokin’ weed, what we do
movin’ ki’s, bought that coupe stackin’ g’s what we do

n-gg- know that i’m slangin’ that iron
f-ck around tryin’ to take my shine
n-gg- know that i’m ’bout gettin’ mine
hustlin’, flippin’ when i’m on that grind
n-gg- know we got work uptown
f-ck around and we shut you down
p-ssy, p-ssy p-ssy, you p-ssy p-ssy b-tch

i’m pumpin’ through the south holdin’ my nuts
i’m in my candy apple red cadillac car rollin’ them dutch
white cuts with that st-tch and tuck, lookin’ for a b-tch to f-ck
find a sl-t, let’s get this buck, look like you need this d-ck to suck

i’m truck turner pimpin’, with issac hayes roll on
just another pimp gettin’ his stroll on b-tch hold on
you starin’ at a pimp, tryin’ to look him in his eyes
when you practice south ballin’, if you get broke don’t be surprised

tell no lies about this mackin’, some win and some be losin’
but pimpin’ never dyin’ ’cause these hoes is steady choosin’
gets to f-ckin’ with my paper, you cruisin’ for a bruisin’
so let there be no confusion, pimpin’ ain’t no illusion

don’t believe me ask ice are, she shorted my lil’ brother
she m-th- f-ckin’ paged chose a pimp like no other
we all about that dollar b-tch, so when you see a pimp
don’t try to holla, wipe me down and pop my collar

- lirik lagu big tymers

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