Big Tymers No Love Lyrics

No Love Lyrics

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha & Mannie Fresh)]
[Jazze Pha]
Its a beatiful life,
colourful ice, flyest of hoes, spending the night,
[Mannie singing off
key]
BEAUTIFU-UUL !
[Jazze Pha]
I'm a Tymer baby, all my shit be
designer baby, Its a beatiful life !

[Verse 1 (Mannie Fresh)]
I roll
through your city they go who is that,
In a brand new Baby Blue
Cadillac,
Truck two days old, with remote controls,
Press the mutha
fuckin' button and the TV's fold,
Out the top of the dash, shaking they
ass,
Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash,
I'm Mannie Fresh
hoe, represent the "S",
Cash Money Records nigga nothing but the
best,
Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's,
Fuck the rap game cuz I still
push birdies,
I'm hood rich bitch, you know who I are,
They don't want to
fuck me they want to fuck my car,
Now wait a minute hold up mane get it
straight,
Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight,
And its so incredible
the things he does,
Take a project bitch from where she was,
Clean her
life up, wife her just because,
We some mutha fuckin' pimps you
bitch,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Blastin' rounds when we
moving these pounds,
Counting cash out a shoebox, we getting it down,
I'm
holding my town, like a nigga on a mound,
Or a crab out the bucket when me
moving around
I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood,
In the
back of the lac the nigga played all good,
I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get
this brand new crib,
Behind this money its gon' be a fucking killin'
I'm
moving around uptown this how its going down,
I'm coming thru the hood for a
billi killin bitch,
Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on
motorbikes my nigga,
That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't
no love in my eyesight nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash and
I'm the OG driving my nigga,

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3 (Mannie Fresh &
Baby)]
[Mannie Fresh]
Yeah, got my root beer dickies on,
With my mutha
fuckin' diamond studded cell phone,
I got cars to match these clothes, with
some ignorant ass banged out project hoes,
I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that
bitch,
Thats gators on my waiter when he serving that shit,
And I'm
coming thru your hood, disrespecting y'all,
Bass turned up loud knocking
pictures off the wall,
[Baby]
I'm riding gangsta in a green
mercedes,
throwing spinach out the window mannie fresh and Baby,
Icey
whips with the gun on my hip,
Bootin' up at you bitches like "fuck y'all
haters" (fuck y'all haters)
So get straight or get this gun in your
face,
And fuck around and be a whole nother killing,
In the sky blue
bentley, 23's they spinnin,
Big Money Heavyweight and we
gettin'

[Chorus X2]