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fuck t.i. - c-note lyrics

[intro: c*note]
yea
ha ha
ayo flip (uh)
i had to do this one n*gga (uh)
i like this one
hold up

[chorus: c*note]
f*ck t.i
i got money ’cause that’s a good enough reason to buy the things i buy
n*gga, f*ck t.i
i’m on point and i can tell that you’re jealous by the look in your eye
n*gga, f*ck t.i
i don’t care clover g’s goin’ straight to the top this year
n*gga, f*ck t.i
drop one verse and watch a n*gga like me k!ll his whole career
n*gga, f*ck t.i

[verse 1: c*note]
c is fresh up out the gutta
too smooth to sutter
you n*ggas want trouble if you f*ck with my brother
before i leave the crib i tell my mother i love her
grab the burner, ’cause shе ain’t concerned ’cause i’m a еarner
t.i. laid it out real nice for me to burn him, we fight
it’s like i’m mike and he’s tina turner
a privilege to ride on these celebs ’cause the n*gga where i’m from don’t gotta problem bussin’ heads
you still bussin’? n*gga buss ’bout thirty rounds and i’m still bussin’
n*gga ’bout triple plat and i’m still hustlin’
either these n*ggas raps stank like boo boo
or c*note is cooler than any side of a igloo
the chronic is blowin’
for the homies who got locked up in the pound
and still i’ma hold sh*t down
[c*note talking]
what?
king of the south
more queen of the south, n*gga

[chorus: c*note]
n*gga, f*ck t.i
i got money ’cause that’s a good enough reason to buy the things i buy
n*gga, f*ck t.i
i’m on point and i can tell that you’re jealous by the look in your eye
n*gga, f*ck t.i
i don’t care clover g’s goin’ straight to the top this year
n*gga, f*ck t.i
drop one verse and watch a n*gga like me k!ll his whole career
n*gga, f*ck t.i

[verse 2: lil’ flip]
uh, you had a kanye track and you couldn’t go plat
now you tell me who wack, b*tch!
(n*gga, f*ck t.i.)
you eighty pounds n*gga, you ain’t grind
you twenty*two wit a receding hair line
(n*gga, f*ck t.i.)
my o.g.’s don’t feel yo sh*t so how you get nominated for a lyricist
(n*gga, f*ck t.i.)
i was at the source awards, n*gga you wan’t there
so let the streets know who really scared (b*tch)
[c*note talking]
ha ha ha
this n*gga here
talkin’ ’bout
he free as a bird and he went to jail for tickets
ah haaaa
i know n*ggas in bankhead n they never seen your naps in the trap n*gga
uh
talkin’ ’bout you the motherf*ckin’ rubber band man, ye ain’t never put your hand on a bird n*gga
ah haaaa
how you hard and now you don’ got jacked for your jewelry n*gga

- c note lyrics

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