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Big Tymers - This Is How We Do Lyrics |
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| Current Rating: None | (feat. B.G., Turk)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Chorus - Mannie Fresh
(2x)]
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club,
until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to
my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it
can ring out
[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, hold that
call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggaz screamin,
"alcohol"
Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and
they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven
dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit
us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what
they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve
wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and
dykes
Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights
Fifteen minutes on
interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again -
whoa
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (2x)]
[Baby]
Comin'
through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't
play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
Cause I gotta get
straight, got an ounce of that haze
Early birds don't play, makin' drops in
the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin'
to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon'
jock
Laid Back on them 23s
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be
nigga? (Hello)
You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin'
updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that
made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in
y'all places
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (2x)]
[Mannie
Fresh]
Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look
her in her 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, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit [music
stops]
Turn everything off bruh
Check out my outfit [music
resumes]
[Baby]
I'm in the club smokin' buds with my
thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought
lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
(that's
nothin' lil' one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The
yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love
it, but these busters gon' hate it
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Fade To
End)]
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