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feat big tymers b g - with tha b.g. (feat. big tymers) - b.g. lyrics

featuring big tymers

b.g. [talking]
don’t f-ck with me
tellin’ ya

verse one: b.g.

n-gg- better tighten up
before my clique start lighten up
f-ckin’ with me baby salutin’ n-gg-s bittin’ dust
my n-gg- got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
i know if he got it he comin’ out there slangin’ iron
i got some n-gg-s with choppers m-11 glocks ya hear me
i’m tellin’ ya if thats what cha get hit with come near me
n-gg-s know that i stack feddi sip fine wine
i aint no hoe so come and test me i bust fifty times
put a n-gg- in a blenda blukah
now you wish you wouldn’t of slipped up blukah blukah
if you bout n-gg- hatin’ on me i don’t give a f-ck
they thank i don’t know they out there waitin’ on me i’ma hit the bus
n-gg- it’ll be some sh-t bl–dy bodies all in the street
everyday of the week f-ckin’ with the b.g.

(chorus) b.g. 4x
f-ckin’ with tha b.g.
ca$h money goin’ broke puttin change on n-gg-s brain behind me

verse two: b.g.

i ride dirty n-gg- chopper on the back seat
ready ta hold quota n-gg- where ever we meet
i gotta protect me
i can’t let cha doom check me

i stays on my ps
i can’t see wettin’ the b.g.
yeah i’m still the same fire boy n-gg-
got beams on my toys and i still bring noise n-gg-
i keep it real forever treal n-gg-
hoes be jockin’ with ten solids cross my grill n-gg-
gotta get my shine on
i stress to ya i’m bout chesse so i gotta get my grind on
i gotta ride on crome
i stress to ya we got twenty inches on everything we own
ca$h money off the hezzay
besides b and slim been way been on fresh since the b.geezay
it aint no secret handle biz black i keep tha? gangsta
he keep the fire -ss trick nack
then you know bout the h.beezay
wayne juve turk aint no way you n-gg-s can see me
before you step to me thank n-gg-
i’m tellin ya you don’t need ale other drank n-gg-

(chorus) 4x

verse three: baby
n-gg- i’m a veteran at this sh-t
use my gat ta self protect me from that m-th-f-ckin’ bullsh-t
n-gg-s gettin’ crossed up
tossed up
from f-ckin’ with cmr n-gg-s gettin dished up
from millionaires plus
diamonds bezzel crush
my lil b.g. plush
from his rolex to his lexus truck
but we’ll never get enough
got this rap game f-cked up
and we greedy like some hungry tigers ikn this rap feezy
off tha heezy
with this motherf-ckin chessezy
my lil b.geezy
know if a n-gg- get outta line he gotta come see me
but for now got to strails and get a n-gg- some steak and fetticeezy
so i can go by one of my hoes with a full st–zy
and watch this hoe scuff up to her kneezy
and send the video tape back to b.geezy
and when finish hand it off to man feezy
and when he finish won’t he toss to suga seezy
f-ckin’ with my b.geezy
i’ll clear my bank account playboy you can believe me

verse four: manny fresh

check it out baby boy while i run this sh-t
the life you talkin’ bout man i done done this sh-t
rough rugged
m-th-f-ck it
if you can dig it n-gg- then i done already dug it
ready like the marines
n-gg- with infared beams
i go get my sh-t i don’t talk about dreams
mr. betty crocker
does it even c-ck up
n-gg- knocka
juice and vodka
represent a stocka
if you ever get the nuts ta try ta try me
ca$h money records gone show yo -ss head bustin’ is a hobby

- feat big tymers b g lyrics

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