[Intro: T.I. & Big Kuntry King]
Aight Big Kuntry
What it is
You betta tell em
I'm on it nigga
Aight Big Kuntry, catch up wit 'em nigga, I ain't playin' wit 'em, I'ma show how to really do this shit, get ready, set go nigga!
You know who this is mayne
[Chorus: T.I.]
Me and my partner poppin' bottles, throwin' money in the air
It's a party over here nobody care who over there
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
If you don't want no trouble better get back from me
I was trained as a youngin' go and get that money
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right, got that right
[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]
I'm on the cover of a magazine, ain't even got a album out
Mob at the streets my delete call my hits out
Now i'm the one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard, ball harder, that's what I be's about
Trap it out pimpin' better never leave yo white around
I'm the type of nigga break the whole state Alaska down
Now since I'm rappin' all these rappers wanna come around
They stick they hand out but them suckas get no pound
All of a sudden they into me, (huh) they some groupies G
They used to look at the chain and ask me where is T.I.P.,
Now they realize that Kuntry King the man in the streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yeah they finally get it G
Aight Big Kuntry
What it is
You betta tell em
I'm on it nigga
Aight Big Kuntry, catch up wit 'em nigga, I ain't playin' wit 'em, I'ma show how to really do this shit, get ready, set go nigga!
You know who this is mayne
[Chorus: T.I.]
Me and my partner poppin' bottles, throwin' money in the air
It's a party over here nobody care who over there
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
If you don't want no trouble better get back from me
I was trained as a youngin' go and get that money
That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right
Yeah that's right, that's right, that's right, got that right
[Verse 1: Big Kuntry King]
I'm on the cover of a magazine, ain't even got a album out
Mob at the streets my delete call my hits out
Now i'm the one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard, ball harder, that's what I be's about
Trap it out pimpin' better never leave yo white around
I'm the type of nigga break the whole state Alaska down
Now since I'm rappin' all these rappers wanna come around
They stick they hand out but them suckas get no pound
All of a sudden they into me, (huh) they some groupies G
They used to look at the chain and ask me where is T.I.P.,
Now they realize that Kuntry King the man in the streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yeah they finally get it G
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