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Big Tymers (feat. Rayoe)

by Juice Li

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Yea yea yea Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit iPhones, mac book, android, sony I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit Doctors, junkies, preachers, strippers I done served all of them, I done saw all that shit Ounces, halves, quarters, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that And when you whip it, it lock But you gotta whip it a lot If you wanna get to the top Better put your foot in the pot I done got a fever too hot Either gone believe it or not She be saying I don't sleep good at night I be praying my demons could stop I really be having my way I done poured a four by mistake Baby girl know I'm on them plays She be like bae show me the way She give me that pussy first date She really don't want us to wait We copping them p's gon get weighed And yea we want you to stay Just saw that look on your face Look like you shook in this place Scammers and crooks in this place This where the juugin take place You self snitching on your facebook Judge throw the book in your face Briefcase or suitcase Can't fuck with court case Juice li Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit iPhones, mac book, android, sony I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit Doctors, junkies, preachers, strippers I done served all of them, I done saw all that shit Ounces, halves, quarters, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that Ha Rayoe Drug money got me outta thick mud Cpn got her out the strip club Put the work on the block show the strip love Put my face on the card like I'm Mclovin I can't humble myself no way Only down to earth when I pray Put you down to the earth when I spray All my niggas got work for sale I just made bail went straight to the dealer Me and juice li bout to race to the villa Kicks two g's and the same for the killas Means you'll die if you face off nigga word Throw in defer Throw in the towel man that shit is unheard Had to show courage get my niggas encouraged Open up the doors let my niggas go purge Bussing season dollars surge Can't sleep night time toss and turn Cold world money burn (burn) Touch down London that's Heathrow Keep it a hundred times ten thats the g code Ain't talkin in the phone bout the kilo Nigga what money? RIP Deebo (Lord) Nigga fuck around catch a rico Start pillow talking to the feds cuz they emo Yea I had to get right to the c note Yea I had to get right get legal Weighed all odds against me I prevailed To succeed I had to fail Yea them mac books thats for sale But no I do not fuck with dell no Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit iPhones, mac book, android, sony I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that shit Doctors, junkies, preachers, strippers I done served all of them, I done saw all that shit Ounces, halves, quarters, bricks I done sold all that shit, I done sold all that

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