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hell you saying - t.i. lyrics

[chorus: t.i]
all we really know a kid pimpin’, all we do is get fly
vvs shine like the sun outside
somebody tryna tell you hustle gang ain’t gettin’ to the money
tell that n-gga “you a mothaf-ckin’ lie”
n-gga h-ll you sayin’? n-gga h-ll you sayin’?
f-ck you thought? f-ck you thought?
n-gga h-ll you sayin’? n-gga h-ll you sayin’?
f-ck you talm ’bout? f-ck you talm ’bout?
n-gga h-ll you sayin’?

[verse 1: iggy azalea]
i make rainy days, it’s a drought for you
y’all ain’t crusin’ my alt-tude
i’m a boss b-tch, i let you spread the rumors
yea you talkin’ sh-t but not an ounce true
million dollar misfit, my money pilin’
all over the lettuce like thousand island
my dough runnin’ like a broken faucet
i’m the landlord, you in the housing projects
in the drive-thru, makin’ bank deposits
crazy money, insane asylum
boss chase, got her taxes filed
and then i blow the rest while i’m at saks shopping
amsterdam, germany and holland
changing your currency to dollars
it’s iggy b-tch, and this boss sh-t
where the pounds at?
no trending topic

[verse 2: t.i.]
all i talk is money, ye ain’t got it, ain’t nothin’
i’m on the grind, shinin’ like an elevator b-tton
wanna talk? n-gga lissen, call me [?]
you got a bad b-tch? i gotta have that buddy
bein’ broke? n-gga please, you can have that, buddy
this n-gga say he doin’ numbers, where yo math at buddy?
i’m in a mothaf-ckin’ socket, can’t unplug it
think i’m mothaf-ckin’ lyin’, try and take somethin’ from me
b-tch i’m plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
break it down into o’s, sell quarters of those
if i ain’t got it on me, it’s some more at the store
i know a thousand mothaf-ckin’ n-ggas in the city
say t.i.p. ’bout you, shawty anybody get it
so ‘fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
just know hustle gang thug a h-lla lot

[verse 3: young dro]
we got them n-ggas over there dead
coupe benz, no roof, i’m without head
new shoes, you ain’t got this pair yet
your broad late, kinda on cause i had that
she in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
i had a d-ck marathon and she ran that
lapped that, after that, when her care better
k!lled her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
f-ck them, i’m still hoppin’ out of foreign cars
i’m a born star and i’m a p-rn star
i catch you slippin’ with triggers and really hit a n-gga
by myself, i ain’t gotta go get a n-gga
trap biggie, on track verbally k!llin’ n-ggas
sick flow, might need penicillin, n-gga
i do the impossible like i oughta do
and y’all p-ssy n-ggas smaller than a molecule
out!

[verse 4: travi$ scott]
i left my p-ssport overseas
where it get dark after 3
never leave the house ‘less i’m awfully flee
always leave the show with somethin’ soft to squeeze
take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
then she reached down my pants, grabbed my sh-ggy d-ck
left that mothaf-cka’s home covered in my kids
she bossy, get this grip, straight flossin’
smoke the piece with little coffee
fresh as h-ll, no coffin’
i let her talk the sh-t
leave the crib, can’t walk for sh-t sh-t
buck the dome, milwaukee sh-t
mind so big, gettin’ lost and sh-t
bossin’, hit the club they heed caution
drunk as h-ll feelin’ nauseous
high as h-ll, hittin’ comets
i’m raunchy, your n-ggas rock givenchy
i ain’t gotta say it, i ain’t gotta wear it
i ain’t gotta pay it cause you know it don’t cost me

- t i lyrics

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