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Big Tymers Big Money Heavyweight

like Got a Southern ass truck with a Southern ass dog Got a big big system knockin' pictures off the wall Got a big Southern party drivin' big seven

, I'm good I'm diamonds up against the wood Richest nigga from the hood Four amplifiers, four 24 tires Fuck professional liars, fo' show enter our fire In a big

up, if you want ya fame up I'm the big money heavyweight Big trucks, big nuts, nigga big guns Big figgaz, big niggas big hood luv And keep it real and

, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta Okay, mami, your so gangsta 'cause she fuck with nothin' but gangsta Type a nigga that a stank a gangsta Drink Hypnotiq an' she roll big

eyes, and ask her could she kiss this I do you, but never ever him he is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she goes down, to my brown, one eye, big guy,

smoke no Gs in sight And no cris to bust no wheels on bikes And no pussy to fuck nobody to like But can you see life roomin' with no money and goods Big money

Ay, Big Money Heavyweight Ay, Fresh, we back at it daddy Big Tymers, old treat, summertime boy See it's summertime homie and we born to shine Cadillac