Big Tymers, Hot Boys - We Ain't Stoppin' lyrics

Whoa, whoa the Big Tymers, nigga
Who? Who? The Big Tymers, nigga
Huh? Get it right

Bentley interior, I lay back on it
Every time a nigga see me it's a Kodak moment
Now, I ain't the one to brag (Nope)
But I bought myself a Hummer
My brother a Jag (For sure)
I'm takin' all the hoes
And I'm makin' you mad (yeah)
You violate my household
I'm bustin' your ass is you listenin'?
Do you see my ice when it's glistenin'?
Cause if you're with that baller blockin'
Niggas comin' up missin' then

I need a biznite to get right
Up in my new Prowler
And put her lips tight on this
Pipe to suck out the problems
Need a Rolex with princess cuts
All at the bottom
Need a kit with twenty-inches on
The car that I'm drivin'
Went from dimes to quakes
To money like Bill Gates
Doin' a hundred on interstates
In Hummers on thirty-eight's
See, we are the CMB, my nigga
Fresh, Baby, Hot Boys, and Wheezy Whee
My nigga what

Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin'
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Wherever it's twurkin', we workin'
She got to be slurpin', for certain

Project and hood rat bitch is who I like
A bitch that's 'bout ridin'
And goin' on flights (What)
What
I met this bitch in Cabrini Green, a nasty ho
Liked that dick from the back
And you could, cough, ​​ in her throat
A bitch that's 'bout hustlin'
And smugglin' work
Head bustin' and thuggin' just like Turk
A wild bitch off Grape Street doin' her thing
Big ass, big tit's
And she loved eatin' ding-a-ling
I need a black hoe
(Black hoe) , one with the braids in her head
Workin' with some ass that
Could give good head
Can't forget about this bitch up
In Philly on Richard Allen
Freak nasty bitch that's always swallowin'
Stickin' to the G-Code, Ree's, and Girbauds
Got hands and 'bout strappin'
Quick to beat a ho
Oops, almost forgot about Tasha
Up in the watts
A hot girl for sure that stayed
Droppin it like it's hot

Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin'
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Wherever it's twurkin', we workin'
She got to be slurpin', for certain

Bitch, I'mma be stun'n until the day I go
(What?)
Bentley's and Hummers, and drop Diablos
(What?)
Runnin' with niggas that don't love no hoe
(What?) platinum grill cause, bitch
I'm done with gold

Now, you know it's Lil Wheezy
Off the heezy, believe me, whoa
Hot like pepper
Slidin' out the Kompressor slow
Me and your wife - slut, don't slam my door
Cut on the lights
Look how the damn watch glow

Hold up, Wayne
(What) , you know what, Wayne? (Whoa)
I'mma get in this bitch and do donuts, man
Now wait, Bubba
You gon' make me go buy a Grape Hummer
And put my name in diamonds
On the license plate, cousin
Now, peep me, slick
I got a ho out the project that eat the dick
She a freaky bitch
Nigga, you know it's Iceberg, boy
Straight off the block
With the number-one stunna, and
We blazin' hot, what

Wherever it's poppin', we stoppin'
But if it ain't hot then, we not then
Wherever it's twurkin', we workin'
She got to be slurpin', for certain