BIG TYMERS - Get Your Roll On Lyrics

Ooh, what, what, what?
Ooh, yeah

I fuck these hoes after our shows
Big dicks we slang freak bitch do ya thang
(Do yo thang)
Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets, Rolex mo' sex
Television head rest twenty inches nothin less

Every day iced out nigga play lights out
M period Fresh, comma, yo wife is my baby mama
Goddamn mother-fucker, she's a good dick sucker
What the fuck hold on? Everybody get yo' roll on
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Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?

Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?

Be-a trice bitch please you know who I be
Nothin' else none other the number one stunner
Nigga I pimp hoes, boss toss flip hoes
Show them bitches no love ridin' 2G 'llac on dubs

Ounces quarters halves bricks nigga I done sold all that shit
soon as my, tour stop bought five Bentley Azures props
TV's must buttons must CMB platinum plus
What the fuck hold on? Everybody get yo' motherfuckin' roll on
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Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?

I like loud pipes big rims mo' ice, V-twelves or better
No itch strictly leather, Play station DVD's
Don't worry about yo bitch she comin' wit' me
Leavin' stickers on the Bentley to show the price

Arm out the windows just to floss my ice
Fresh wait hold up that's that bitch we fucked
Nigga what yo bank 'bout, dog I've been lost count
Pop that Crist' pop that Mo', slam that bitch punch that hoe
What the fuck hold on? Everybody get yo motherfuckin' roll on

Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin' roll on, what?