Lyrics to I'm Comin
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[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]I'm comin (like a relic in a pick-up truck)Bass hummin (15s in the back of us)Still runnin (like a energizer bunny bruh)Hood plumbin (lay a big dick down in her)Yo woman (skripper comin down on the pole)Show somethin (big titties and the asshole)Drums drummin (out the escalade on 24s)Yeah Uh Oh![Mikkey]Chicago's #1 Flicka Nigga back on it2003 Caddy with that burberry rag on itIt's mink on the floor, the seats is ostrichWhat else can I say family we some mobstersThis cash money you know we the boss of this hood shitFloss in this hood get, shots in his hood quickThis big tymin' man, put them little rides upWe 600 whippas put them little 5s upCash money, we ain't duckin and dodginWe bustin and ridin, Caddy truckin and prowlinWhat the fuck are ya hollinEntourage of benz, 'lacs, and beamersWith dime bitches with asses fat as Trina'sWhoa I got my 4 tuckMe I'm out for more bucks'03 I'm pullin up the Lam with the doors upAnd watch these whores fuck and suck like crazyCan't fuck wit cash money, we niggas is crazy (BIOTCH)[Chorus][Baby]See I flip the color daddy, change my paintSwitch my rims, my mats is minkPull out the console, i drank to thankGot the alligator seats on a full tankBut Ay-ay, 25 28sBig money, heavy weightVet navigation system ?????Wooo, them special made tiresTo fit my ride, I put a dove in the insideStunna mutha fucka(Rim trucks!!)Sittin on them mutha fuckin gittasB.B. King, blues daddyKnow what I mean? (know what i mean?) know what i mean?Got big truck drivers, Hoes don't mind us(Oh you think it's a game, ma?)Bitch stand behind usIt's nothin but minks and it's cold as fuck (brrrrrrrrrr)Bitch hop in this truck!![Chorus][TQ]There go lil TQAnd he comin in the cutlass, gettin his hair blewNot givin a fuck about nothin that you hoes doDon't underestimate my pimpin cuz it's serious foolI'm on hunnit spokesI gots fo' hoesI got some Joe I got some drink, I got some dominoesIf ya thank the shit is stankin, bring some drama hoeThat's on momma thoughWe got big gats, gems and trucks, on stunna rims baby#1 Stunna, that's my dumma, Mannie Freezy, that's my dawgBig Tymers, we big ball(TQ, Mik, and Gilly!!)Got em takin it offWoooo, let the bottles pop!(Bitchesssssss) Let the panties drop (makes bottle-pop sound)Oops, bout to shake the spotCuz we don' fucked around and don' got too hot[Chorus]




Songwriters: ALEXANDER, PHALON ANTON/WILLIAMS, BRYAN/QUAITES, TERRANCE JERMAINE/NASIR, FANID/THOMAS, BYRON D.
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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