| Lyrics | Songs | Album |
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| I got love for the game but eh I'm not in love with all of it. Could do without the fame.. | |
| wild as the taliban. 9 in my right 45 in my other hand | |
| See me in ya city sitting pretty know I'm shining dawg Riding with a couple Latin brawds and a china doll | |
| I'm on my grind Grand Hustle Got the mind and the muscle 50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas | |
| Get the cover of the magazine when my **** out nope I think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this flyYou better watch your mouth, you ain't that high KING OF THE SOUTH, y | |
| Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear T.I.P. your majesty's right | |
| Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place So you can give back his ring and the key to his place Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space Selling niggaz is one | |
| I want your body. I need your body. As long as you got me you won't need nobody You want it, I got it. Go get it, I'll buy it | |
| Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me 'Goodnight its over with' thats all she wrote | |
| TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave | |
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| You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair i offer you the opportunity to ride with a player You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a player | |
| I never let you down, I'ma shine on sight Keep your mind, on your grind, and off mine's alright? Right | |
| I've been smokin and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four SS, I raise Porches white leather seats, | |
| yea you know they call me T.I. but you don't know me. you be hatin' and I see way but you don't know me | |
| Ain't a damn thang change I still keep that thang right up under my shirt | |
| Never have you seen in your lifetime a more divine southern rapper wit a swag like mine | |
| I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same | |
| Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what | |
| Go right from the plane to the rave When we touch down On a private plane getting brains, till we | |
| Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on | |
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