| Lyrics | Songs |
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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 **** 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 **** 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 | |
| | Lyrics | Songs |
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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 **** who gettin' they hate on | |
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