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T.i.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Care To Say About It Lyrics - T.i.

Hack off in her IG, get up in her email 

Find something in it that'll humble that bitch 

Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch 

Better double that shit 

Make a hundred right back 

It outta be illegal making money like this 

If it is that what everyone says you can't tell 

Yeah 

Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer 

Before these niggas was even thinkin' about Atlanta 

Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road 

With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues 

Don't try one can't take 6 of us 

Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay) 

King in real life 

Shinnin' til my 

Lights cut off and life is fucked off 

Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off 

Somewhere on Biscayne 

Ride in the Lambo 

Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando 

And where your bitch go 

And where her pants go 

Turn that around automatically mando 

If her feet fucked up hanging out her sandals 

On that mob shit like Marlon Brando 

Smoking weed trappin' standing under the lamp post 

For real all a nigga ever done 

Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one 

Then how I came up on a bunch of money 

And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna find a way to get it from me 

Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage 

Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake 

And I can't stand things that are pretending 

To hear you speak is so condensing 

I say fuck that watch with your diamonds in it 

Tryna turn myself into a monument 

Stimulate the economy 

Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse 

Niggas talk loud but got no voice 

Better fall in line and leave no choice 

And I ain't finna play about that 

And that's really all a nigga really care to say about that 

 

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Bust 

Dedicated to all the bustas 

We just bustin' 

TIP 

RAP 

ATL to Raleigh North Carolina 

But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah 

Where I'm from some niggas do die 

Some women do bust everybody got 5 

I ain't never done street shit, just too fly 

Get down, lay down, boy we're too high 

Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love 

All of it here for pride 

Use to date a drug dealer in my past life 

Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights 

Potential bigger than a monument 

Real nigga, look up to me honestly 

And my old whip, that old shit, the 95 

I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99 

I had a real job fool I could legally drive 

Return pushin' a kickass ride 

Bustin' rhymes, I bust around, bustin' 9s 

Y'all doin' that y'all is wild 

Tell ya child they ain't gotta walk or run the mile 

We ran the course so y'all can stop 

Tip 'em back the tip of that I tip 'em over 

He dead yeah yeah I know it 

Mother fuckas should know I'm Noah 

Ha ha big boat bitch uh 

Look I could walk on water ah 

I care to say I care bout y'all 

Care bout love, care bout God 

Carry the cross don't get carried away 

Over character flaws mother fuckas they don't care bout us 

Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch 'em out 

Mother fucka what happened here 

TIP, RAP kill it 

Mother fucka back how the fuck you feelin' ah 

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