Big Tymers F/ Lil Wayne lyrics

Big Tymers F/ Lil Wayne lyrics

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Rags To Riches Lyrics
I know I'd go from rags to riches If you would only say you cared And though my pockets may be empty I'd be a millionaire My clothes may still be torn and tattered But in my heart I'd be a king Your love is all that ever mattered It's everything So open your arms and you'll open the door To all the treasure that I'm living for Hold me and kiss me and


[Baby]
And these hoes still lickin niggas earrings and shit, diamonds and shit
Nigga break it up, rock it up, bake it up
That's what homeboys do when they tryin to see somethin
Nigga shake it up, warm it up, cut it up
Playboy, won't you help a nigga come and move somethin
Nigga tint it up, rim it up, paint it up
That's what Cash Money do when they go and buy somethin
Nigga spend it up, drink it up, throw it up
That's the Cash Money modo, we don't give a motherfuck
Nigga shoot it up, boot 'em up, snort it up
That's what homeboys do when they beefin or somethin
Nigga makem' up, stack it up, jack it up
That's what playboys do when they come up on somethin
Nigga ice it up, dress it up, bezel it up
That's what Cash Money do when they lexin or somethin
Hoes suck it up, li
All Across The Nation Lyrics
All Across The Nation (the wheels are rolling) All across the nation I've seen this generation In a silver plane A subway train The man was standing there and I've got my intuition There's a game called 'recognition' All around the world The boys and girls Are looking for the same The wheels are rolling All around the worl
ck it up, drank it up
That's what hoes be doin tryin to come up on somethin

[Wayne & Mannie]
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya

[Lil Wayne]
Now now, it's Lil Weezy steppin on the gas, so smash
I don't mean to drive fast but I'm in a Jag
Catch me speedin up the block flossin, showin my golds
Wit me drop top ridin 'til me ??? explode
Got a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man this the life behind the wheel of a Dia
Cursed Nazarene Lyrics
Oh lasting foulness of betlehem, Hear the words of which we speak. Denying all your holy standards, In our veins flows blasphemy. Drive the nails deeper into thy hands. Press the thorns upon thy brow. Bring blood from the wounds of thy side. Cursed nazarene! Do nothing king! Oh infernal majesty, condemn him to the pit evermore, to suffer in perpetual anguish
lo doin 90
Boltin my doors up so that you can see me shinin
Tymer tymer, think you can phase, not hardely
I'm still a rider, and I tote K's, can't harm me
I pass ya block up, ya son amazed, but I'm sorry
It aint my damn that ya'll aint never saw a Ferrari
But you can check it, I aint gon' even much sweat it
I'm headed to the casino wit 3 G's doin better

[Wayne & Mannie]
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll, "BLING", blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll out-shine ya

[Mannie Fresh]
You could take the ugliest broad in yo city
Dress her up and make the ugly duck look pretty
Me? number one p
On The Line Lyrics
On The Line All Star I'm laying it On the line to show you I'll never let you go On the line for your love There's nothing I want more Another dead end street Another love gone wrong Another shattered dream Always the same old song I started thinking that You'd never come along I got all this love inside That I'm sure you wa
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Mack-a-docious super knockout rap
Sittin in the club wit ya bitch in my lap
Now that's a cap
Guess who's comin to dinner
Captain weenie wit a beenie, best believe he fin' to
Stick a pickle dead up in yo mouth
Work it in and out
If you gon' scream, then scream, if you gon' shout, then shout
Your name should be "oh" 'cause the thangs you do
Or suck that pickle, yeah, dat thang fit you
Ya yuckey don't miss a dropped star
I love it when ya do me in back of the car
You's a hot heated porno shooter, sex tooter
Barracuda, standin in the nud-a
Girl you da, reason why my dick standin heavy
Fuckin in the Chevy
House, lake in front levy
I want to dedicate this song to all the [edited] and they belly


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