Drivin 'em Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

(feat. Larell, Lil Wayne) 

[Mannie Fresh] 

Drivin in a Benz, in the nest 

Coming in this motherfucker, turning motherfuckin necks 

Going back in the superstretch 

Just checkin how many fly bitches I can catch 

Ride motherfucker and you gonna know 

Seeing some ladies hanging out the window 

Let the interior look reign 

18 inches whippers look like so much pain 

I'ma mac like Moley the one and only 

I'm a fuck like daddy look pretty like Tony 

See a hoe, bitch, shit 

You gotta stop on the corner when you see a state cop 

For the niggas in the night they call drag, I'ma fool and be cool 

With an automatic click clack 

I wanna fuck and how to fuck you bigger 

Mama gonna dress and you all be better 

In the middle of the night it's on 

It's hot call Frank and meet you at the spot 

Cash Money rules every thing around 

If you represent U.P.T. your downtown 

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[Baby] 

Bitch I thought knew they call me Baby 

Hoes drive me crazy 

Money is a must, coats slanging 

Plus I never duck when niggas bust in cars 

I mini Benz, expeditions and other cars 

I look so pretty, and I'd fuck these hoes 

On the grill with a mouth full of gold 

Bitches know, I'll let cha know on tape enough shit 

Those lamborgini niggas know shit 

And I love these hoes that suck dick 

Big Tymers for life enough g's on my rolex 

From acorn the magazine 

And she was seen homie giving brains behind it homie 

It's was nice with the ice, they call me Baby 

These bitches know my game is tight 

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[Larell] 

Who can file for most of the squash 

Blast through the door and get your ass tossed 

Every nigga on the map on acasion lose every nigga in them hallways 

Nuthin but truth is behind the peace treaty is the best decision 

Cuz you don't want them to hit cha bitcha 

Me in the coop, ya'll in the hall 

Ya'll on the crawl so I gots to ball 

I'm in the yearbook 

When I was at booker t party of the year 1993 

My satisfaction is, I've never been a problem 

See my advirsaries were suspended and I hide em 

When I'm stuck in the club niggas will let you know 

On the door start looking for sure 

And if you want to start something 

With my kliq it's cool cuz chop off all your dicks 

Uptown baby the Big Tymers know where I live 

The third door from the hum drums 

Your dumb if want some rowdy boy we'll some 

You won't see us in the tinted old car 

Won'tcha ass be all fallin behind 

But you got luck thats why you got behind 

Time is running out for you fools 

Chickens I was at your girls house with the lights out 

And slash your fuckin leather 

Get a seperate shit better, whether 

Win, lose, or draw, still losing my clip 

Cuz uptown for life is the motherfuckin shit 

[Lil Wayne] 

I'm the little one with the skrilla thats off the rilla 

Cuz killas get punked on the start of pilas 

Nigga it's me Hot Boy show 

Head tilted to the right, I'll be right next store 

Nigga you know me from the true store 

I die slow cuz the bullets, are old 

Niggas fall to the floor, ain't a slug to touch 

Too bad little nigga say what 

Your pants sagin and your head busts like a skittle 

I'm on fire so they tried to chill it 

Tell em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake 

Creep like a slave and take all the bait 

Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10 

110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind 

I tie up your boy and rape your girlfriend 

Come off the sex with the choppers twirlin in the wind 

Better watch your children, are they all in? 

I shoot twice, your crawling and I get disgusting 

The beef get ugly, start busting going uhhh, up in 

Jesus please come see us in the speeder 

I jump out with gun in the freezer 

Plus your boys won't go 

They must of heard of Big Tymers, act like you know 

Huh huh wha wha nigga