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Lyrics: Big Tymers. How You Luv That?, Vol. 2. Tell Me.

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 make 'em 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, lick it up, drank it up
That's what hoes be doin' tryin' to come up on somethin'

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll outshine ya

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll outshine ya

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 [unverified] 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 Diablo doin' 90
Boltin' my doors up so that you can see me shinin'
Tymer, Tymer, think you can phase, not hardly
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 ain't my damn that ya'll ain't never saw a Ferrari
But you can check it, I ain't gon' even much sweat it
I'm headed to the casino wit 3 G's doin' better

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll outshine ya

Tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll bling, blind ya
Tell me what kinda
Nigga wear Roleys that'll outshine ya

You could take the ugliest broad in yo city
Dress her up and make the ugly duck look pretty
Me [unverified] number one pimp, playa
From the Himalaya, broads love the way I say a [unverified]

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 [unverified] and they belly