T.I.

[fox69]

"On Doe, On Phil"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth)

"On Doe, On Phil"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth)



Yea, uh huh
Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas
Sucka ass nigga
Slap yo nose off yo face (fuck them niggas)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Look, I'm big time nigga
Ya'll too small to me
And I don't dig ya'll niggas
So stop callin' me
This ain't a peace sign bitch
It mean two to ya head
You know I'm quick to hit ya patna in the chest with the choppa
And ya boo in the leg
Still reppin' A town nigga
Center Hill what's up
Zone 1 Bank head nigga
Tote a gun and you better vest up
You know my nigga quick to hit a nigga chick
Quick to hit a lick, Quick to run a check up
Dope Boy we the best of nigga
Raise Techs up nigga
Try to check us try me
I'm a bust his head quick fast Ricky Bobby
Ask his patna what the fuck he wanna do about it nada
Huslte Gang bang green all about a doller
Better hold her hand if you give a shit about her
When you bring her round me, all I know
I'm a get some head right before I go
Gotta problem we can handle this shit off top
Got the thing let it pop
Cool as a cough drop
100 on the watch ball and a decade in
None of my niggas fightin' less the rest came in
Was a trial defendant sitting till the check came in
100 of them 21 run it do it again
I ain't got no co-defendant just my family and friends
And a trunk full of chopper rifles, handles and pins
Loaded down in an old brown Buick sedan
Lookin' for it on the way to Alabama again

[Hook - T.I.:]
On everything I love nigga put it on something
Put it on Doe
Nigga put it on something
Put it on Phil
Nigga put it on Something
Put it on Doe
(I'll) put it on something
Put it on Phil
(I'll) Put it on Doe (Nigga put it on Doe)
(I'll) put it on phil (Nigga put it on Phil)
Nigga put it on doe, Nigga put it on doe
Pussy Nigga I'm Trill

[Verse 2 - Trae The Truth:]
King of the streets graduated from the bottom
All red whip looking like somebody shot em
Still up in the hood with a sack and a pack
40 cal fully loaded, never leaving here without him
Real niggas extinct, feelin' like somebody got em
But I know I got to do it for the team Hustle Gang nigga
If you disrespect that
I black the lac
Hop out the back
No flack and do my thing nigga
Rappin' or not just know ain't nothing changed nigga
It still a get ugly you get up in my range nigga
Hustle Gang Asshole I'm the same nigga
That got that fire ain't no way to kill the flame nigga
On God, I put it on crip
I put it on Screw, I put it on Pat
I put it on Pimp, I put it on Hawk
Gotta do it like a G, I know they never coming back
Word to mamma C, I'm trill with it for life
If I can do it again, I come back and do it twice
I don't give a fuck about nothing to be precise
Have bullets running through a nigga crib like they was mice
Pussy nigga got me 38 like I'm a spice
You don't wanna see the truth pissed off
I'll shut a whole neighborhood down
One light that's green, You'll know when shit kick off nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I:]
Run up on a nigga what it hittin' for?
Point blank, left his brain on the window
Had the chain, had a stain on my timbos
Insane in the brain, gone mental
Catch me riding in a range rover rental
With some bad bitches wanna chill like a mento
Now here's a mental memento you didn't know
You can fit a bird times 12 in Sorentos
Kill go to [?] drop it on they ass like I didn't have a deal
Still in the trap, keep it real like Madea

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"On Purpose"
(feat. Trouble Rich Kidd Shad)

"On Purpose"
(feat. Trouble Rich Kidd Shad)



[Hook: T.I.]
I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin
Barely missing the curb
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
We hit the club and we hurtin them folks
On purpose, on purpose
You can save the hate it ain't workin

Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin
Barely missing the curve
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
Don't try me dawg we'll fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got 6s in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh
My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her
Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine
I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang signs
Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man
This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man
I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis
Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho
Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow
On 24, we surfin
Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 2: Trouble]
(Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh)
I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline
For the real A to take back over the game, it's that time
Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it
This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose
Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36-34-36, ridiculous
Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I'm iller than illa bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass like a stripper
And I'm the tipper
Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose
To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains
They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her
Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 3: Rich Kidd Shad]
(Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look)
Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car
Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra
After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly
These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don't know me
My ferrari ass I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten
Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy dick where her voice at
You know everywhere stand by that, you'll never get where that Glock at
Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah)
Look like I'm bout to do a little commercial, when I see them nigga hatin', I'm a play that shit in worser (yeah)
Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh)
They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho

[Hook: T.I.]

 

[fox69]

"On Top Of The World"
(feat. Ludacris, B.o.B)

"On Top Of The World"
(feat. Ludacris, B.o.B)



[Intro: Ludacris (T.I.)]
Rich by popular demand (The wait is over homie)
Yes it is, A-Town connection! (Know the city gon' feel this)
Damn right (Say Toot, I know you see me, 'Cris!)
Whattup boy? (I know both our pops lookin at us!)
Wayne Bridges, whattup? Let's go!
(Big Phil, we made this shit happen homie)
History in the makin (Hey!) Hey!
(Momma I did it!)

[Chorus: B.o.B.]
I used to dream (I used to dream) ohh-whoa (ohh!)
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I see (now I see) ohh-whoa! (ohh!)
Because I'm sittin on top of the world! (the whole world)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, ay, ay)
And now I see (ay) see (ay) see (ay) see (ay)
Cause I'm sittin on top of the world! (ay, ay, yeah, yeah)

[T.I.]
Ay, man I remember 'fore I stay that way, let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaken for glorification
Now I remember so vivid, me and my niggaz was livin (how?)
Sub-standard condition, still handlin business (that right)
Still laughin and trippin, still happen to bitches (okay)
I'm rappin not reminiscin, and goddamn it we did it
From trappin, standin and pitchin with riches stand in the kitchen
Splittin it eight ways, flip it in eight days
Thought to wild and unruly but just the way to behave
Kept the weigh and the yay' for most the paper we made
And all dimes, I ain't lyin, the pleasure was all mine
Had big work to move but we served the small time
Always outshine the niggaz with small minds
Who would thought we'd be arguably the greatest of all time
'Round here, we develop such a sound down here
Been duplicated often still can only be found here (BANKHEAD!)
Only listen to G's, that other shit I don't hear
Shit, they so far in the rear, why would I even care?
I'm too fit to bein a player, stare at niggaz careers
Been talkin 'bout it for years and now we finally here

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Luda, Luda! Hear my heart on this one
True story! Rest in peace Wayne Bridges

They say what goes up must come down but I ain't reach my cruisin altitude
Take a look at what I did, but can you imagine what I'm about to do?
The places I'm 'bout to go and the money I'm 'bout to see
Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, "Look out for ME!"
Exceeded expectations, even at Def Jam
Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I'm a self-made nappy headed RICH NIGGA! (OHH!)
Private planes help me travel in peace
To fo' cities in one day and fo' countries in one WEEK
Cause I, work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart to
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school (WOO!)
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put 'em all in houses, cleaned up all of my friends' credit (true!)
And now they witnessed all the glitz and the glamour
Catch us eatin at Straits Atlanta with women with table manners
Orderin Singaporean lobster
Celebratin comin from nothin to winnin Grammy's and rappers winnin Oscars
Yeah, and they say rappers shouldn't act, nah suckers
We see Samuel Jackson like, "WHASSUP MOTHERFUCKER!"

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I made it momma!

Hey, hey
I know them haters don't stop plottin and wishin we fall
Cause I'm standin on top lookin down at it all (I see you)
{?} down all to y'all, it seems like I got it all
Homie I ain't get enough, we still tryin to triple up
That's why we got StreetCred and Akoo buildin up
Say I'm doin too much, shit, I say I ain't did enough
Remember sayin, "Damn, if I could just get to a million plus"
And now I'm like, "Shit, what the fuck is a million bucks?"
Triple that on my bond, thanks to Bigs and Run (appreciate it nigga)
But never mind what I been through, just look at what I become
All this shit I've avoided, what it done for my sons
and daughters and momma; just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school, seems it's all they can see
They don't notice none of my family did that since me (nah)
I broke that cycle, now my family live a live for
Mandatory minimals, but not when the judge sentence us
Cousins in college, where you think they get tuition from?
(Answer that) Just for standin 'round wishin, huh?
Hey while you stand around lookin dumb, I make it happen
Takin action over time, got damn good at it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Paperwork"
(feat. Pharrell)

"Paperwork"
(feat. Pharrell)



[Hook - Pharrell:]
(Paperwork)
Don't do no business until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
(Paperwork)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
ATL, Westside, that's the only home I know
In '85, me and Uncle Quint used to ride around in the big Bronco
Took me up to Charles' Disco
Daytime, set me down at the bar
Where I drank Shirley Temple
'Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car
What you wanna be he asked? When you grow up big kid?
I just wanna be like you, ridin' round town gettin' bread
We shot a couple Lac, couple summer pass
Uncle Quint ain't nowhere to be found
Later we learn that someone ratted him out
For that reason 10 years he won't be around

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Picture me in '93
I'm the only man I see
Fresh up off the porch
Lookin' for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
Introduce me to the crack game
Rap game was the furthest from my mind
Had a notebook full of rhymes
And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
Time on my side, lift.45 in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir
Welfare, food stamps
Section eight, me and Ma lived in the trap
I said fuck school, it holdin' me back
I wanna bankroll, chasin' after that

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I.:]
Look at me, at 17
Livin' on my own, peddlin'
Quarter ki, now and then sellin' weed
Tokin' too, cost my first felony
That's one of many, that were to follow
Drinkin' Henney up out the bottle
Told a child I think I'm bein' followed
Family don't think I'll live to see tomorrow
Plenty have a story like mine
Know many of you had a little nine
Know many of you did a little dirt
Too many of us did a little time
Wake up, 10 years of your life passed
When you get your cake up
Don't it seem like that
When the Feds on your ass passin' out

[Hook]

[Bridge - Pharrell (T.I.):]
If you think that you high, baby look above you
It's drones in the sky, there's nothing you could do
So left, two, three snap
Right two, three snap
Don't get serious now it's too late for that
Cause they got
Time on my side, lift.45 in my jean
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Parlay"
(feat. D.O.P.E.)

"Parlay"
(feat. D.O.P.E.)



{"Automatic defense procedures initiated."}

[Intro: T.I.]
I got DOPE! BAP!
Grand Hustle nigga (Hustle Gang nigga!)
Yeah yeah yeah! Bap! (HEY! HEY!)
Get Dough Or Die nigga (broke niggaz eat your heart out!)
G.D.O.D. nigga (okay bruh)
AY! HEY!

[Chorus: T.I.]
Yeah, ay never mind that blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
We livin every day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay

[T.I.]
Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two chains
Snapbacks and cargos; them racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches makeup
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pavé
Never mind they blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay

[Chorus]

[D.O.P.E.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as hell
I be saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwin ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like they live[?]
I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' drive the fever
Make it failin like it stay flake[?]
Nigga we'll get you well-done, and stay away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?]
My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay
I'm makin plays on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day
My Red Bottoms say CL, Benz coupe say CL
Sharp than they two hill[?], oops, now we three hills[?] bitch!

[Chorus]

[D.O.P.E.]
Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way
I got bitches fuckin with me, pussy sweeter than a parfait
Sell all of my parquet[?] at the other end of Parkway
Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
All I do is parlay, all I do is parlay
I been gettin money so I'm callin Target "Targét"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm killin these niggaz the bar way
You can't be a nigga they say is a dog unless they referrin to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be fresh as a fool (fool)
These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool)
I know I be winnin cause suckers be constantly tryin to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Peanut Butter Jelly"
(feat. Young Thug & Young Dro)

"Peanut Butter Jelly"
(feat. Young Thug & Young Dro)



[Young Thug:]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit

[T.I.:]
Run up that check, give a fuck bout that shit
I guess I go to jail if I want that lil bitch
They kept me with my strap on my own, that lil bitch
I don't answer no questions, want speak with my lawyer
Tell your boss I said where my phone call, that's it
A lot of nigga shit, talkin' you don't ever get paid
Remember me, I've been bout it, dealin' out the 10th grade
Ridin' round in my homeboy Buick
With a tool in the unit
We'd go to school, eat lunch
Cut school, get back to it, nigga
Listen nigga, this the Bankroll Mob
If you can't go hard then you can't come here
Let me make somethin' clear
If you lookin' for a sucker well it ain't none here
Look we got artillery for days, we can spray from here
Hit your ass on the side of the face somewhere
On the side of the road, let you lay somewhere

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit

[Young Dro:]
Okay, big paper
If I'm hungry, I eat 100 dollars then shit paper
Sick flavor
Got the white double mint twin with me on Simpson, (?)
Swag impeccable, peckin' a heck of them, cases federal
I'm a felon, don't throw it off, I need medical
Oh you regular, terrible, soft, and lame, etcetera
And I don't want one ho nigga, I wanna a plethora
Twenty bricks in the regal
Pullin' up at the ridge, extended heater
Death threat, I got this shit on
I'm untouchable man I got this shit on
Nigga you die soon as I say okay
My whip? That's strawberry Yoplait
I got a chopper on the charger
You put a little gas in it, that motherfucker blow about 4 days
Niggas broke
And I've been leanin' on Ac' all in this bitch
And I've been smokin' on gas all in this bitch
Pullin' up at the light no tag on my shit
AK hit everybody in the stomach, pussy nigga shit
Bag all day

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit

[MPA Duke:]
I got the bread
Ya'll bitch'll give me the head
Fuck her on the sofa, not the bed
Hit that lil bitch from the back
And I take out with your pack
And I'm not givin' it back
I done lost all my respect
Don't drink no red, we pour Act
Sippin' on lean, it's so crazy
I ride out that second, I swear I don't know how to act

[Young Thug:]
Keep it goin' Energizer bunny, I'm so-so with these carrots
My bitch the baddest, but she not your average
She so, so arrogant, woah
Her titties calcium, my booty calories
And both of 'em squish me, God damn we savages
I do this shit for my momma
Take off with your pack and keep runnin'
I'm not the Birdman but I'm stunnin'
I flip that bitch like a omelet
I've been with ya from the start
I did that shit from my heart
I'm so so so sorry I hurt you
And I see the scar but you know I'm worked hard

[Young Thug:]
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly
Peanut butter jelly, no deli
I got money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm gettin' fast like a track, mil I want that
Baby that cap's for the feds
Now that your ho, don't tell all the secrets
I don't give no damn bout no nigga
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I promise, I promise
I throw me some ones on these bitches
I stack them hundreds to the ceiling, they over there runnin'
I look like I came from nothin'
And I look like I came for somethin' and I'm comin', I want it
Yeah, I drink on that lean
And I smoke on that dope til I motherfuckin' vomit

 

[fox69]

"Pimp"
(feat. Pimp C, Too Short)

"Pimp"
(feat. Pimp C, Too Short)



[Intro: Cavi]
Cavi on the track!

[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Hol' up, smoke something bitch
Hol' up, Sweet Jones
Goin' down
She suck on my dick, lickin' her butt
Wife that bitch, she the neighborhood slut
You really shouldn't trust me so much
That girl love these nuts
She told me don't tell, keep it on the low (low)
I make her get down on the flo'
Show me what you workin' with, gon head twerk it bitch
Pussyhole fatter than a Benz with a body kit
I do what I please, you do what you can
She get on her knees, I won't tell her man
It's very thin line between a fuck and a date
And if ya playin' with some paper, she might scream rape
Statutory is a whole different category
We don't do babies, only grown ladies
So if you wanna get ya back knocked out
Let me hit ya in the butt and then put it in ya mouth

[Verse 2: T.I.]
It's big pimpin', five or six women
Had bitches eatin' pussy with' my dick still in it
Groupie hoes eatin' booty holes, thirty five minutes
Finished jackin' in they face, while they kiss it, (muah)
Imagine, bad bitches all over the mattress with asses like Serena, Trina, face is like Cassie
Cum so I can nut and drop and say it taste like candy, so nasty, head game way above average
On patron, dro, cocaine and a tablet, let her have it front to back
While she tossin' her salad, they call me big dick daddy
They love this wood, they say "we fucked a lot of rappers, none this good"
Ask my pussy, all I gotta say is get to it
And they don't care who there, they just do it
Like Pimp C say "give a ho no leeway, bitches do whatever we say, okay"

[Hook:]
Pimp [x16]

[Verse 3: Too Short]
She got a big mouth, and she talks too much
I got a big dick, that loves to get sucked
Now what you think she gon get?
If I introduce her mouth to my dick
It's gonna be a match made in heaven, something like soul mates
We have a lot of sex, but we don't go on dates
And I can't tell the homies, I wish I could
But I can't cause the bitch is too good
I'm a firm believer, she's an overachiever
And I know when I see her
She don't stop till I skeet her
I used to like sex in the bed
Then I met them freaky girls that give me super head
Now I got everybody jammin' this song, she can get some dick even with her panties on
I'm lookin' at her pussy, she can keep it
I just want a blow job, can you keep a secret? (biiiitch!)

[Hook]

[Outro: Cavi]
Cavi on the track!

 

[fox69]

"Piss'n On Your Ego"
(feat. B.o.B)

"Piss'n On Your Ego"
(feat. B.o.B)



[T.I.:]
Automatic bullet flow
Uzi, Calico
Ladies man, Yeah, but to that pussy I'm a bully tho
Beat it, eat it, let it go
Retarded, stupid, silly tho
This city been on life support
I'm gonna get out and kill it tho
Really tho, off the chain
Getting it, doing heavy things
Stuntin out the frame
Still to bust a nigga cabin mayne
God like charlemayne
In the A the hottest thing
Ever hit it, ever did it no these nigga ain't got it mayne
I ain't finna front, nigga lame if you ask me
I'm way in the front, run shit, no athlete
Passionly, nigga watch my smoke as I go and get money to the top I go
Tell you get dough, nigga stop I know the housekeeper get more
Now come and mop my floor

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don't see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

[B.o.B.:]
I'm back up on my rap shit, you bastards got it backwards
Got it twisted and exaggerated
Stretched out: elastics
You niggas ain't on my radar!
I bypass niggas, no gastric
I pull up front in that monster truck
And I park that shit Jurrassic
Got a drunk bitch on my mattress
Doing backflips, gymnastics
She holding on to that monkey bar
Yelling out my name: no ad-libs
Niggas get mad at us for what?
We live out life at the after-party
Don't come at me with that ego shit
I piss on that like a port-o-potty
This beat is retarded so therefore my flow is autistic
Come on down to Bobby's World
You and your friend all a visit
Flow like I'm on a mission
So there is no competition
It's looking like hunting season
And we in the slaughter business

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don't see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

[T.I.:]
Ball hard: pavement
Broads in amazement
Large money talking, I ain't gotta make a statement
My impatient grind, I'm taking mine
I ain't finna wait for mine
Anybody wanna shine, I suggest you wait in line
I'm chasing dime paper
But for these haters I don't break a stride
Defecating on your pride, make you commit suicide
Do or die, who am I?
Bullet hit the Bulls-eye
I'm doin' my thing, Say I ain't my nigga you a lie
Do it by the hood, I grew up to say what's up
And all the real niggas know me, I don't need no introduction
Bulletproof truck with a couple cute sluts in the back
Doin everything I ask for a wrap what's that
They handle that and I struck that cat so good I get my money back

[Hook:]
Sittin up high, small money we don't see no
Stupid, dumb fly ask yo bitch nigga she know
Nigga know my stylo, swagg on GO
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be Pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Shittin on yo pride nigga pissin on yo ego
We be pissin on yo ego, pissin on yo ego
Sucka nigga hatin we know but we pisson on yo ego

 

[fox69]

"Pledge Allegiance To The Swag"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Pledge Allegiance To The Swag"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Intro]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me Imma take you places you don’t wanna go
50 60 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still Imma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel
Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick black
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, just don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I Talking]
Ay my nigga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
you come fuck with me on that bullshit you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you understand that nigga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my nigga, I bump that Maybach music nigga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass nigga homeboys
I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
my nigga get out my way nigga let money get through here dog
you understand
say you niggas aint even on my muthafucking resume dog
aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying
niggas say no more homes
nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
nigga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, nigga
you know, say homeboy
nigga my worst muthafucking mistake was the best you could ever hope for
you nigga, you understand know what I’m saying, I forgot more shit than you could remember
nigga, I got more muthafucking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll nigga
nigga anytime you want to nigga I match my change to your muthafucking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying
Big bank take little bank nigga wassup nigga?
These niggas thought I was just talkin when I came in this mufucka talkin that Cage shit nigga
Look at me know nigga what you see nigga?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your pen out take notes nigga
Don’t Hate nigga! Ha!
Fuck that bullshit, Partna.
It’s the mufucka...
Aye man, Jay.. Ay, Jay talkin bout..
Jay say he made the Blueprint my nigga
This the muthafuckin’ Foundation nigga, ok?
Yeah, everything else would be built up off of this shit nigga.
All Red-y yeah, yeah
Say no more nigga everything understood don’t need to be explained
Ross I got you nigga, say no more
It’s all good my nigga
Grand Hustle PSC For Life Bitch Nigga!
West Side!
It’s on one bank here nigga
Count, I told you! Didn’t I muthafuckin’ tell you? yeah!
Aight then, I’ll holla at ya’ll niggas on the motherfucking Flipside nigga!
A hundred million plus, a bus nigga, bitch nigga!

 

[fox69]

"Popped Off"
(feat. Dr Dre)

"Popped Off"
(feat. Dr Dre)



[Verse 1: T.I.]
See a party ain’t a party til the doc walk in it
It’s hard to get it started til I hopped off in it
Then it got so crunk one minute
Since ya dead, get the witnesses just listen
I came in hot, then I saw
As soon as I arrived then this shit popped off
Shit popped off
It’s officially a gangsta party
You can lean, she came to party
Then the shit popped off (popped off)
Shit popped off (popped off)
Niggas hands in the air, bitches takin’ tops off
Put the chronic in the air and the shit popped off

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
It’s been a while since you heard these beats
You’re malnourished
But he’s back now, to flood these streets
He shall flourish
Others try but they lack courage
In fact, this track was on the back burner at least
So back to the lab I had to go
But it was too magical, so
Here, doctor smackable’s back, ask if it’s tactical, sure is
Girl, I hope your vaginal has indoors
Cause I’m about to do somethin’ tragical
Rest assure this
The homie hit the OE flow, you know me from before
But you don’t know me like this, so do see do
Get on top of me and ride me like a rodeo, ho
I’ll have you OD’ing on dick, this belong to your soul
For loneliness, I’ll kill your loneliness
But only just for one night
Yeah, that was fun, right? But I gotta go
I got a bottle of Mo and fo’ mo’ lil’ mommy’s
Lookin’ like models, waitin’ at the do’ inside of my ho-tel
All ready to swallow and yo, follow the flow and traffic to the top flo’
And you gonna smell a lot of Merlot, a lot of chronic for sho’
Gin and tonic so from the top to the bottom, let’s go

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you wanna baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Bright lights, late nights
Drop auto-mobiles outside hotels with a lot of hoes
Bottles poured, blow a lot of dro, no powder though
Everywhere you tryin’ to go, I been a long time ago
Swag done surpassed, my style is so spazz, I pop tags daily
Drop Phantom, four eighty
Walk up in the place, and all the ladies go crazy
Want to get impregnated but all they need is throat babies
They runnin’ up and askin’ me
“Is it true you know Shady
Dr. Dre be hangin’ out with you, for real? How chill”
Like a magnet attracted to a nigga gettin’ money
I tell ‘em, “Neal down, suck a nigga dick or somethin’”
Rubberband poppin’ off the bank roll
Hoppin’ out the champagne Rolls, with the automatic do’s
Pockets on swoll, both wrists so froze
King of the South, balls out on the West Coast
Let’s toast

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you, baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?