Big Tymers - To Be Played lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Shout out to my motherf**king self Ya heardz? I'm talking bout these b**hes These hoes These play a** n***az ? (Mannie) I ain't the one That get your tune up and you all done, b**h I'm looking nothing like your momma, son You get me messed up Guess what? I ain't him Get up and pick your sh** up And go with him Nothing, nada, Nathanial I can't stand you Can you leave Please can you F**ked up weed Leave my sh** Stanky a** b**h F**k your a** ho A n***a still rich My lawyer stay down Lay down And play the playground You joke a**, broke a** Ran out of smoke a** Gay a**, oh b**h touch the wall Old sissy a** wannabe Missy a** y'all Some of these n***az are b**hes too Look at yourself It could be you But that's the way they do it bro I always knew that though n***a had gays in his ways Cos he walk with a Switch, twitch Funny looking b**h Nobody likes you Fake a** snitch You need more people We don't believe you F**k you in your a** You can never be my equal (Woman/Mannie) (Baby) I ain't the one To get played like a pool party Trick money Get nothing b**h Get the f**k Give me something for my money, ma You know the score Long dick, big pimps Got to get more Get dough, off tha dro With the cash flow Laid low Fo' deep on the indo ??? That's how we roll Ay yo how we roll on them 24's On tha block With the rocks, with the Calico New whip, new shoes on the benzo New?kick? drop bricks in the 6 4 New lift, got chicks and they all know How we ride How we slide How we get inside How we hustle How we grind Til the day we die How we muscle How we tussle It's the way of life You don't see my struggle All you see is f**kin? (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all n***az Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all n***az Do what you do (Baby) I ain't the one To get cracked at a dice game Roll seven hit eleven Get your money, man Get together pluck a feather Wear your gold chain OG young n***a Let me do my thing Came through in the Rolls with the full frame Zaratoga and?? with the dope game Early 70's The block? had a name Grey haired Mr Johnny is a pimp thing (Mannie) I ain't the one Piss me off And I'm a get the gun Clear this motherf**ker out And make them all run They shoot Too late to look Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Blocka, Bla ?7 wall hard head? k** them all I want them dead Watch your mouth It's a drought And they all afraid The feds got?flicks? Of all your clicks They confiscating cars and they locking up chicks (Mannie) No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all n***az Do what you do No keys No cheese No Benz No nut'in Get up get out Get the f**k and stop frontin Get on Before we spit on Your whole whack crew Y'all n***az Do what you do