[Intro: T.I.]
Okay, aye
Yeah, that's right
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bitches kissin’ and huggin’, niggas trippin’ and buggin'n’
You out ya mind, I’m on my grind and I ain’t quittin’ for nothin’
Tell your mothers and uncles, brothers, sisters, and cousins
My flow so nasty, deranged, that nigga T.I.P is disgusting
Gotta grip on the game, quit your pullin’ and tuggin’
Cause I ain’t clinically sane, I go to pushin’ a button
They get to clickin’ and bustin’, you get to dippin’ and duckin’
They empty clips by the dozen, you come up missin’ for nothin’
Hey, I can triple your budget, I’m in the business of hustlin’
If we ain’t talkin’ about money, I say, “Let’s end the discussion”
Hate off my shoulders I’m brushin’, all the ladies are blushin’
They all love when I fuck ‘em, Blacks and Latinas and Russians
Tell ‘em, "Be easy," no rushin’, mastered the art of seduction
I let ‘em blow me so much head I can catch a concussion
Seven chicks in the bed, touchin’, lickin’, and suckin’
Dick ‘em into submission and then I send ‘em to truckin’
Cousin, we nothin’ alike, you can say what you like
Do all that huffin’ and puffin’, then run away from the fight
Don’t know who gettin' you hype when you sit and you write
The great imaginary life you only live on the mic
I’m who you’d die to be like, cause I’m so fly with it, nice
To live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twice
Find it amusing, I’m gigglin’ at what you made in a year
Quadruple that while in prison servin’ my day and a year, nigga
Hahahaha
Okay, aye
Yeah, that's right
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bitches kissin’ and huggin’, niggas trippin’ and buggin'n’
You out ya mind, I’m on my grind and I ain’t quittin’ for nothin’
Tell your mothers and uncles, brothers, sisters, and cousins
My flow so nasty, deranged, that nigga T.I.P is disgusting
Gotta grip on the game, quit your pullin’ and tuggin’
Cause I ain’t clinically sane, I go to pushin’ a button
They get to clickin’ and bustin’, you get to dippin’ and duckin’
They empty clips by the dozen, you come up missin’ for nothin’
Hey, I can triple your budget, I’m in the business of hustlin’
If we ain’t talkin’ about money, I say, “Let’s end the discussion”
Hate off my shoulders I’m brushin’, all the ladies are blushin’
They all love when I fuck ‘em, Blacks and Latinas and Russians
Tell ‘em, "Be easy," no rushin’, mastered the art of seduction
I let ‘em blow me so much head I can catch a concussion
Seven chicks in the bed, touchin’, lickin’, and suckin’
Dick ‘em into submission and then I send ‘em to truckin’
Cousin, we nothin’ alike, you can say what you like
Do all that huffin’ and puffin’, then run away from the fight
Don’t know who gettin' you hype when you sit and you write
The great imaginary life you only live on the mic
I’m who you’d die to be like, cause I’m so fly with it, nice
To live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twice
Find it amusing, I’m gigglin’ at what you made in a year
Quadruple that while in prison servin’ my day and a year, nigga
Hahahaha
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