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T.I. - Get It lyrics
[Swizz Beats] The kings back [T.I. chorus] I got that get it get it I got that get it what you need From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need I got that get it I got that get it what you need From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd [Chorus 2] Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch Tell and get you know I got It bitch [Verse 1] I got my broads if u want em On the C.O.D please 5 g’s I don’t promise but I got good numbers Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em Summer time balla when I buy the mall up [Chorus 1 + 2] [Verse 2] Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo Shawty aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so Long he aint funny he got that long money Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting So you still see me down at the underground stunting Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing [Chorus 1 + 2] [Verse 3] I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a Button shot calling niggas not balling Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at. [Chorus 1 + 2] |
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