T.I.
T.I. - Fuck It songtekst
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Hey man, hey man you know what I'm saying I told these niggas a thousand times if I ain't told em once man Ain't nothing gonna stop me show em the mother fucking the flat line you understand that? As long as a breath in my body, and my heart still beating my chest pardon I'ma still begin this suffer nigga hate, you understand? Of I old you who won't like it, you got two options Leave with it a dime from you I need to go and find you a real tall building Or a nice pretty bridge and take a lead homes 'Cause that's all, that's the solution I got for you If you think I'm gonna ease up Yes, is that your mother fucking mine partner, If you think I'ma slow down Then your ass is that your mother fuckin mine partner If you think I'ma do anything yeah that's precise for what I've been doing for the past 90year You got me fucked up homes So I ain't gonna tell you no more I'ma let man key do it for me Ay man, run this shit MLK Who would reach it, who would reach it, I I I I Chorus: Hey I'm rounding round with my lights on, you broke way Top down with my shades on, you AK Right beside me so don't do it, you try me And I'm gonna do it tell me do you wanna guide me, oh well, SO what, fuck it, fuck it, so what Fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it, so what, oh well Fuck it, sO what, fuck it, fuck it so what, Fuck it, so what, fuck it, fuck it so what I'm rounding round, my lights on, my top down, my nights on My white teeth, my AKB side me don't get wrong We won't take no shit hoe, and brought day we... Then bro say I'm old there I hit that they call back Pocket full them clothes stacks My home boys we mow rats He Gucci, he Louie, he Ermies by all that I pull up then have bout here whole shout You saw that that's TI and he fly If not what you call that Still big bang can't foll it up, Hundred pound to the loud can't roll it up Couple Hollywood bitch get em foll to fuck Real nigga can't help but notice up We cool the shit weed up the fuck You approaching us, you know what You don't give a fuck about your life Why should I, so what? [Chorus:] Hey what you know about me Zippin on that I'm on And out of money I see From out of places I've gone OG's call me your G and I'm your nigga why do you think 'Cause I've been putting that work And I'm movin up my ring AK with me I ain't plan you get shot if you don't No chopper spring bloss a blazzin fuck around if you won't Don't you know I'm still on bank here to the seat go on big blow My wrist right in high way clip full of them hot thing Seat belt in my AK nigga try me in this main day Don't go down no plane crest and fur no his lane male You think 'cause I'm famous I won't grab that bank up Pull one in the chain but then let go Hey let's go [Chorus:]