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g' shit - t.i. lyrics

[verse 1: t.i.]
i’m a rich n-gga like i don’t know
i can change if i wanna, but i won’t though
steer right even when i’m on the wrong road
real talk from the heart what i’m known for
skinny jeans, i don’t do those
i’m the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
now i’m movin’ five mil’ when i shoot dough
audemar, hublot
one point five on the two-do’
old hustle, new flow
old money, new ho
suckers prayin’ i’ma chill, but i’m too cold
long as i’m around, f-ck they need you for?
ridin’ in the chevy totin’ three bricks
since n0body wanna make g sh-t

[hook: watch the duck]
this is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
this is for the dope boy trappers sellin’ halves and hoes
(since n0body wanna make g sh-t)
they want g sh-t, give it to ’em, give it to ’em now
they want g sh-t, give it to ’em, i’m the one to give it to ’em

[verse 2: t.i.]
if you don’t know me let me tell you somethin’, shawty
still got them choppers, make you run from it
camouflage, dog tag
got ’em followin’, when you see me better haul -ss
keep it g at all costs, what you call that?
crack rock, hip hop, i done all that
certified trap n-gga, sucker, fall back
a broke n-gga he may entertain all that
all left field, keep it true, n-gga
save the flash in the dance for a new n-gga
keep speakin’ for the ones who ain’t got a voice
k!ll ’em dead only when they leave no other choice
how i see it, if you ain’t down to die ’bout it
don’t waste my time, slime, why the f-ck we talking about it?
still ridin’ in the chevy totin’ three bricks
since n0body wanna make g sh-t

[hook]

[verse 3: jeezy]
now what the f-ck is an ounce? we smokin’ bout an lb
we don’t even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
and i’ma take this sh-t to trial, they got nothin’ on me
they be on the champagne, b-tch, i’m ’bout to od
i got a bag full of birds and motherf-ckers gettin’ bought
bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
young n-gga hit the club with the twenty of them chains
when jay was beefin’ with nas, i was sellin’ cocaine
when game was beefin’ with 50, i was doin’ the same thing
i was at the hospital, n-gga, meechy got shot
f-ck you n-ggas talking ’bout? i love that n-gga like pac
g sh-t

[hook]

- t i lyrics

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