Big tymers

we big tymers we big tymers we outshined ya and 3x no love in this game all ill ever feel is pain we gone shine thru rain 25 liters on my dresser now i push a slab compressor yes sir women coming out they dressa that hip hop professser n i am bt charging shit the game you gone die when cross parhs in that turning lane big tymers riding candy paint smoking blowing killa dank drinkin purple paint vvS up against that woodgrain 247 parlay pimp shit umbrella shades southside fade sometines i pray i nver wake inspite the negativity ill never hate t r u players congratulate ill keep on rymyin learn that from wayne nikki tatted on face now thats pain block aint been the same sonce they tokk my nigga drake im dripping like a faucet gone hate ill see u when we both swimming in the fire lake cause all that money that you trusted ill told u we couldnt take we big tymers we big tymers