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T.i.

Genres: Hip-Hop

All She Wrote Lyrics - T.i.

Now I don't really care what you call me 

Just as long as you dont call me bro 

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

Streets like cold Chicago 

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before 

But still I ball like no tomorrow 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

 

All she wrote, all she wrote 

 

I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote 

All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote 

 

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"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

 

Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that i'm 

Sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it 

Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join 

Others sworn, under oath or banished left completely scorn 

You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks 

You never did blend in with the big shots 

On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops 

I just laugh at, nigga wishing they were this hot 

Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off (so) 

Better that than pissed on, i'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones 

Catch me in the end zone, high stepping prime time 

Thought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shine 

Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time 

I get rich off livin' life, he check the check reciting rhymes 

 

So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time 

While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind) 

 

Now I don't really care what you call me 

Just as long as you dont call me rude 

 

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

Streets like cold Chicago 

Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before 

But still I ball like no tomorrow 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

 

Your staring straight into a barrel of hate Terrible fate 

Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape 

 

Cupid shot his arrow and missed 

Wait Sarah you're late, your train left. 

Mascara and eggs smeared on your face 

Nights over goodbye, hoe 

 

I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut aint nothing to cry over 

Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover 

Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up 

Any chick who's dumb enough out there I blind fold her 

She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up. 

She must've took me for some high roller. 

But i wont buy her a soda Unless it's rock n' rye cola. (Faygo's cheaper) 

Buy u a bag of fritos I wouldn't let u eat the fucking chip on my shoulder. 

 

If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya 

Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars 

You get your eyes swole up i'm on my straight grizzly 

So why would i buy you a gay ass teddy bear, bitch, you're already bi-polar 

 

Now I don't really care what you call me 

 

You can even call me cold 

These bitches know as soon as they saw me 

Its never me to get the privilege to know 

I roll like a desperado 

Now I never know where I'm gonna go 

 

Still I ball like there's no tomorrow 

 

Until its over and its all she wrote 

 

The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with 

But don't get mad at me 

Go blame the chick who wrote this shit 

Yeah life is sure a bitch 

But she know I'm rich 

That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick 

Here I go again 

I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in 

 

Peso, euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be broke again 

See me posted in anything, wearing any chain 

Never gon' see me tote in anything 

All you gon' see is BANG! 

Its so nice where I kick it 

Hate you never get to visit 

Yeah I'm on another level 

But you niggas still can get it 

Its all over 'fore you finish 

 

Sorry bro this road we end it 

Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business 

Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP 

And each one thinks "Say this shit" 

Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief 

I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine 

Let em get a good taste of it 

I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now 

But in case you didn't 

Imma stick this whole pad 

full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it 

Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it 

So I pace this shit a little bit quicker 

That clock i'm racing in doubling time it 

But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time 

 

It may take you pricks to catch on 

While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong 

Man I still say K-mart's like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog 

And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong 

But if you gon tell me that A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg 

And on my throne i remain 

All alone in my lane 

I'm as strong as they came 

They were gone fo' they came 

Now, I don't wanna hang 

I slapped fire with the rap gods 

They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty that's why 

Now I don't really care what you call me 

You can even call me cold 

I bet the knew as soon as they saw me 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go 

But still I ball like no tomorrow 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

All she wrote, all she wrote 

I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote 

All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote 

"Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote 

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