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Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it | Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor | You love the beat, boy, you know what it is
Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor You love the beat, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit Let 'em know who the king of the South is Talk to them Women sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got I'm the number one customer at my own car lot If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Went from the king of the south to the king of the states Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the States Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day But it's the American gangster right here in ya face And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK You think you running a private, that ain't even the case And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done They guns sound like popcorn
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