Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Addresses , by - T.I.. Release date: 16.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Addresses |
| Aye |
| Aye aye |
| Aye everythang ain’t what it seem, ride dirty when I’m clean |
| Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the King |
| Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? |
| What you mean? |
| Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines |
| All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes |
| I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes |
| Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin |
| Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain’t on that |
| Aye listen to me bruh, don’t bring that bullshit to me bruh |
| It ain’t no back and forth my nigga, fuck with me I’m torchin niggas |
| Don’t go to war unless your money right |
| Room full of money, hundreds, not a one in sight |
| Right? |
| Hey look I can’t afford a gun fight |
| Haha, but I can afford one life |
| All on that sucka shit, you broke and now you so upset |
| All that shit you kick around the city get you no respect |
| I know rap beef what you want, that shit I P did |
| You such a gangsta, get some money out the street then |
| Been in the game for 11 years, if I was such a ho |
| Nigga I’da been exposed 10 years ago |
| Never been robbed, never got my chain took |
| Never even been hit in my face, you don’t believe? |
| Look |
| Them people lookin at me back when I was trigga happy |
| It wasn’t no shoutin matches, I just got to get nappy |
| Aye, everythang ain’t what it seem, Ride dirty when I’m clean |
| Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the King |
| Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? |
| What you mean? |
| Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines |
| All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes |
| I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes |
| Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin |
| Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain’t on that |
| I swear to God another day another fuck nigga |
| That’s why I just get that paper be like fuck niggas |
| Sucka nigga you were tough but now you done some |
| I’m done talkin bust ya gun wanna run some |
| Hate to turn your TV on every week and see my family hustle |
| And everybody on yo street just see your family struggle |
| What happened bruh? |
| Guess yo connect just been like fuck em dawg |
| No money when I see it, see you, I see none at all |
| That check I’m chasin after, never mind them hater rapper |
| Make they situation sticky like a now-n-later wrapper |
| Been fuckin cities up, this shit ain’t shit to us |
| Keep on, I’ll show these folk on tape how you a sittin duck |
| Aye, everythang ain’t what it seem, ride dirty when I’m clean |
| Better check that disrespectin' unless you want it with the king |
| Put an address on that shit, who you talkin bout? |
| What you mean? |
| Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazines |
| All that flexin and that poppin you be doin for them hoes |
| I will run up with that choppa, give it to you and them hoes |
| Fa sho stunt, keep the dough comin |
| Man them suckas talkin to me, but trust me I ain’t on that |
| Go, go |