Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Gimme Some Lyrics - Hood Rich - Big Tymers

Gimme Some" 

(feat. TQ) 

 

Hey, this song is dedicated to the girl Brenda with the big breast-eses 

In the ass like the black girls, I love you Brenda... 

 

[Chorus: TQ] 

Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? 

Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? 

Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? 

Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? 

You told me that we was going to the tele 

I told you when I pull up, be ready 

Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids 

But why can't you just get a new 

Are you gon give me some? 

 

[TQ] 

What's wrong? what happened? You told me it was crackin' 

I got my prophylactics, and why you trippin' on me? 

I'm tired of playing games, its been a couple weeks 

Hey ma I'm feeling you, you say you feeling me 

I just can't understand why we can't get our love on 

Girl I want it and quit, I want you to groan 

Lets go to the Mo tonight, and lets sip a little mo' tonight 

Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some 

 

Related 

 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

 

[Mannie Fresh] 

Its 2002, what you gon do? 

Your hot in the ass, so let lil' daddy come through 

I've been hangin' with shorty for one whole week, 

I'm trying to pressure you, its time to freak 

Now I've been holding in, and you've been holding out 

So why don't you be a nice girl and (Put it in yo mouth!) 

Now things don changed, why you actin' strange? 

You lettin' that other niggah get in yo brains? 

Life is like a movie baby, stick to the script 

I'm Dirk Diggle and its time to hit 

I ain't tryin to take your man place, hes alright 

I'm just trying to stick it to you baby just one night 

Well I gotta buy something just for you to try something? 

Yeah I'll let you get something just to let me hit something 

Now I know your alone when he don't come home 

Pick up the phone, now I give you the bone 

When the kids asleep, then we can creep 

I've been waiting to see you naked baby, one whole week 

Time for you to give it up, let a nigga hit it up 

Take in on or spill it up, swallow, don't spit it up 

 

Photos 

 

[Chorus: TQ, Wolf talking in background] 

 

Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? 

Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? 

Oh when, oh when, oh when are you gon give me some? 

Hey ma, hey ma, hey ma, when are you gon stop acting dumb? 

You told me that we was going to the tele (Yeah, you act like you don't 

remember that though) 

I told you when I pull up, be ready (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) 

Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids (Mmm, mmm) 

I think you just scared cuz you don't want me to leave (Thats what it is) 

Are you gon give me some? 

 

[Wolf] 

Now I've been fucking with you for far too long, 

And if I don't hit tonight, I know something is wrong 

You've been duggin' and divin', just running scared 

Like you committed a crime, and I'm the fed 

Calm motherfucker over the phone, 

But a scary motherfucker when its time to get it on 

You be saying freaky shit, really turning me on 

Like you swallow n' spit all over the dick 

And you be bragging about how them niggas is strong 

But the word is out, I'm seriously hung 

Right now I'm ready, cuz I'm full of that juice 

I'm ready to get you in the bed, and knock something loose 

And after that, the balls in your court 

We can leave it alone, or we can go back and forth 

But first things first, Ima admit 

Ima tear your ass up when you let me hit 

 

[Greg Street] 

W, B, I, T, E, C, H, ain't that a bitch radio 

Yo check, thats the new jam of the day 

The Big Tymers featuring Wolf 

Yo Wolf don went from the the keyboards to the mic booth 

Wolf rappin now 

And thats why you got your ass back in child support court too 

Yeah she want some more money now boy, you gotta give it up 

You can't go to court with no punk defendant 

Why you need Johnny Cochran, you rolling with them Cash Money Millionaires 

now 

Hey, big shouts out to Greg Green 

This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk 

And big shouts out to all them ladies 

gettin ready for amateur night at the Flame 

Yo check, if you not ready, stay your ass out the club 

Writer: ,

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.