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Gimme Some

This song is by Big Tymers and appears on the album Hood Rich (2002).

Oh when oh when oh when are you gonna gimme some
Hey ma hey ma hey ma when are you gonna stop actin' dumb

Oh when oh when oh when are you gonna gimme some
Hey ma hey ma hey ma when are you gonna stop actin' dumb

U told me that we was goin' to the tele
And I told you when I pull up be ready
Now you said you can't find no one to watch your kids
But I think you just scared 'cause you don't want me to hit

Are you gonna gimme some


What's wrong what happened, u told me it was crackin'
I got my profalatics, and why you trippen on me
I'm tired of playin' games, it's been a couple of weeks
Hey ma I'm feelin' u, u said you feelin' me
I just can't understand why we can't get our love on
Girl I won't hit and quit I won't treat you wrong
Lets go to the mo tonight and lets sip a little mo tonight
Girl don't say no tonight you need to gimme some


Its 2002, what you gon do
Ya high in the air so let lil daddy come through
I been hangin' wit cha shorty fo 1 whole week
I'm tryin' to pressure ya its time to freak
Now I been holdin' it and you been holdin' out
So won't you be a nice girl and put it in your mouf
What thangs done changed why you actin' strange
U lettin that other nigga get in your brains
Life is like a movie baby stick to the script
I'm dirt dickle and its time to hit
I ain't tryin' take ya man place, he's all right
I'm just tryin' ta stick ya baby just one night
What I gotta buy somethin' just fo ya to try somethin'
Yeah I let cha get somethin' just to let me hit somethin'
Now I know you alone when he don't come home
Pick up the phone now I give you da bone
Put the kids asleep then we can creep
I been waitin to see ya naked baby on whole week
Time fo you to give it up let a nigga hit it up
Take it off and spit it up swallow don't spit it up


Now I been fucking wit you fo far too long
And if I don't hit tonight I know somthins wrong
You been duggin fo diamonds runnin' scared
Like you committed a crime and I'm the bail
You a poor motha fucka over da phone
But a scary motha fucka when its time to get it on
You be sayin' freaky shit really turnin' me on
Like you slob or spit al over the dick
And you be braggin about hoe them nigga is formed
But the words that's out I'm seriously home
Right now I'm ready 'cause I'm full of that juice
I'm ready to get in the bed and knock somethin' lose
And after that the balls in your court
We can leave it alone or we can go back and forth
But first thangs first I'ma admit
I'm tear yo ass up when you let me hit

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