Countdown T.I.
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[Intro]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
[Hook]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One (run) you done when I see you
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One (run) you done when I see (see) you (you)
[Verse 1]
Ay, what it is, the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' your deals, caught up buyin' your wheels
Like its back when we was little and its still time to kill
Quit displayin' your skills, way underpayin' bills
Spend a day in the Ville, on how you saying you real
Niggas could never live how I live, you ain't deservin'
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24's, 20 hoes giving head, I'm swervin'
Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous
I'm shell-shocked, black eye, like I been in the service
Clean, cut, and preserved, but I told George Gervin
The closest thing your ho seen, in picture perfect
The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin (???)
The dream I stop 'fore I seen the top (nigga)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
[Hook]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One (run) you done when I see you
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One (run) you done when I see (see) you (you)
[Verse 1]
Ay, what it is, the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' your deals, caught up buyin' your wheels
Like its back when we was little and its still time to kill
Quit displayin' your skills, way underpayin' bills
Spend a day in the Ville, on how you saying you real
Niggas could never live how I live, you ain't deservin'
My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24's, 20 hoes giving head, I'm swervin'
Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous
I'm shell-shocked, black eye, like I been in the service
Clean, cut, and preserved, but I told George Gervin
The closest thing your ho seen, in picture perfect
The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin (???)
The dream I stop 'fore I seen the top (nigga)
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