Lyrics Big Tymers - Jerry West

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Ima street fashion Nigga
And i can't fuck with Rap capping ass acting niggas
Keep it silent
But I been about that action Nigga
Type a Nigga to take yo bitch without no asking Nigga
See this stones That shit vvs
Told chief start recording
I'm finna hit this bitch
All on the bts
I be in places you won't see me at
I keep soldiers all in line it ain't no drama cus ion be in that

I'm the hardest in the street
Better think before you try me you gon sleep
Yea
I'm never starving ima eat
Cus in the street you survive if niggas weak
It get cold I never fold I keep a 7 like I'm odom
She keep asking me for these I told her hold em he ain't bring back what I need we Finna roll em
I had few gs I'm finna throw em

Atuma you see the car rolls Royce you see the stars
Nigga ion gotta say shit cus you know who we are
Nigga I'll take yo bitch and shit she'll suck dick
On Mars
Just hit a Nigga close range his head went hella far
Ain't no Black oops we pull up in that black suburban
Hella faded I drums you see a Nigga swerving
Hit a opp right in his lungs you see that Nigga lurking gotta bitch to hold my gun I swear That bitch is perfect

I'm the hardest in the street
Better think before you try me you gon sleep
Yea
I'm never starving ima eat
Cus in the street you survive if niggas weak
It get cold I never fold I keep a 7 like I'm odom
She keep asking me for these I told her hold em he ain't bring back what I need we Finna roll em
I had few gs I'm finna throw em

Cm!