Mannie Fresh - Real Big Lyrics

Artist: Mannie Fresh Lyrics
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[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Belly real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell you how I live...
Like that? Buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddies, stunnas, shiners...
I'm rich snitch! I'm a real big tyma!
[Verse 1]
King of the hood,
Everything hood,
Look like a forest in dah truck and Im'ma put.
Matchin' token set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anything that connect from the front to the back
Try to top that
Six-15's beatin' hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I'm just getting' started pimp you ain't seen nothin'
And a fish tank burrowed in the middle a the dash
Yeah Pimp' don't put your fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And on the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuck
Clap off lights when you gettin' affection
Clap on lights when you findin' protection
Now where in the wide, wide world of gator
Can you find another truck with a plush elevator?
[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Belly real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell you how I live...
Like that? Buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddies, stunnas, shiners...
I'm rich snitch! I'm a real big tyma!
[Verse 2]
Here I come so, so ride
And my shoes so, so white
Hey y'all peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up! Just a bit-
(Back up workin' with a monster)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shinest clothes
Y'all still doing little league, and I'm in the pros
And white boys go wow he's my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin' the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And deuce, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what you wanna see
Man I ain't gotta get money man, money get me
Yeah pimpin' still blindin'
Keep a Steve Harvey linin' (edge it up)
And Im'ma leather reclinin' (lay back)
Put the music alpinin' , turn it up
[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Belly real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell you how I live...
Like that? Buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddies, stunnass, shiners...
I'm rich snitch! I'm a real big tyma!
[Verse 3]
Move!!!!!! Little one, I ain't playin'
Landin' in the projects in a big jet plane
In an old blue Chevy van
What's your baby momma cookin', rookie- cuz I can't
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I'm about to clown
Puttin' it down-y'all
Spin my gut
So I can show y'all shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round
This is the part where I give my phone number to all the girls that's hot
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch Trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Bah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants....
With a bow legged cowboys dance
[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Belly real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell you how I live...
Like that? Buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Mommas, daddies, stunnas, shiners...
I'm rich snitch! I'm a real big tyma!


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