| Hey, jumped off the porch,
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| With one thing on my mind
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| Find a way to make a fortune,
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| And keep from doing time
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| I accomplished one of those,
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| But the other never mind
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| And stay away from scary niggas,
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| They’ll kill you every time
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| Think I’m Triple Six, 8 Ball, MJ, Lil Jon
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| Crunk off in that pussy leanin' in it tryin' kill some
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| She workin' on the pipe like this where she pay her bill from
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| 'Cause them other cats she fucked just fill it up a lil some
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| 2 things I don’t like:
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| A bitch who can’t shut up and one who wanna stay the night
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| What you say you playin' right?
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| You best hit the blunt and tell Uber to meet you at the light, hoe
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| Back to where you came from, that’s just how the dice roll
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| Uncle Quentin, man, they raised me don’t take shit from anyone
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| Sold extortions off the list, TIP you won’t get a penny from
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| Bet 10 to 1,
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| Bet you won’t reach my level of success 'fore my kids are grown
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| I’m gettin' topped off in a Thunderbird
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| I guess you can call that some ThunderDome
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| And I’m already off of whatever you on, bitch
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| Aye I’m king of whatever best let it be known
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| I don’t give a damn 'bout you making no song
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| You better watch what you say in your song
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| 'Fore you see what happen when faking go wrong
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| Say you gon' overthrow me, what’s taking so long?
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| I been kicking back patiently waiting for someone to rattle my cage
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| No, I’m not that old nigga think that he run it, and talkin' bout what he did
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| back in the day
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| Oh no, I’m still as viscous as ever,
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| More brilliant and clever
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| And still 'bout that action today
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| Oh no, you can’t compete in the league that I play in,
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| I learn from Jimmy Henchmen and Rap-A-Lot Jay
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| And how can I say it,
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| I lead the generation who lasted the one with they guns and were running the
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| traphouse, police we sell crack in their face
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| My presence suggest, I have tats in my face
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| And my reputation ain’t nothing to play with,
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| You owe me some money, suggest that you pay it,
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| Or that doubled down I’ma put on your head
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| I’m thinking you might tell someone what I did,
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| But you gon' be dead
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| How you gon' say it,
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| Dead man don’t talk thought you knew it
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| You can scream from the grave but we don’t wanna hear it
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| All I hear what the Bankroll said,
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| I stay booted up so I can’t go dead
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| Nigga fuck that case if it can’t go fed
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| What the fuck your mind on if it ain’t on bread
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| And I stay poured up,
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| Ac' on deck I don’t drink no red
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| In my suite bad bitches link up,
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| Got 'em in the bedroom can’t go to bed
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| Ain’t no games shawty know how I play it
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| I know I’m the shit shawty you ain’t gotta say it
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| If you can’t see now, how the king get down
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| May as well turn around, bitch, you ain’t gon' see it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Gonna See It Coming , by - T.I.. Song from the album Da' Nic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп