Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In A Nutshell, artist - T.I.. Album song F*ck Da City Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In A Nutshell |
| In a nutshell, I’m the shit off in this bitch |
| The reason all the bad bitches switch off in this bitch |
| I’m flyer than a rocket, lift off up in this bitch |
| Everybody on their toes, I’m on my tip off in this bitch |
| In a nutshell, we getting money, cracking bitches |
| Paparazzi has their cameras snapping, taking pictures |
| Maserati snatchin 60 down the residential |
| I can tell from your reaction you don’t know nobody realer |
| In a nutshell |
| Shawty I’m so far gone |
| Redhead and a blonde on each arm |
| Lanvin, Louboutin, Maison Margiela |
| They be blogging about what I got on, debating where they sell 'em |
| I tell 'em, even if you find 'em, you ain’t finna get 'em |
| My swagger on Beretta: (click click) Pow! |
| Get 'em |
| Boy I’m all about that balling |
| I just flossed a stunt but I don’t front |
| Damn this shit they talking about |
| Bitch, I ain’t got it because I don’t want it |
| Sex on the Beamer, arrogant demeanor |
| She say she ain’t freaking, bet I turn her like Tina |
| Mills on deck, got that check, no FEMA |
| Looking at my net like overlooking the marina |
| Them machines out front in the valet, not the alley |
| In my Ballys cracking bitches from the valley out in Cali |
| With that bread, I’m a beast, you don’t know about me? |
| National Geographic did a show about me |
| Man, ain’t nobody on my level |
| Just ask that new Bugatti or them diamonds in my bezel |
| I throw a ho a mazi I don’t give a shit about it |
| Party with me, I collect the hottest bodies as a hobby |
| Fly as I can be, need no copilot |
| The bomb, kill shit dead, kamikaze |
| Better watch me though, I’m definitely popping, that I’m certain of |
| We grand hustle playboys, partner, ain’t no work in us |
| All the money we throwing, they reimbursing us |
| Get 'em to the crib and fill their pussies, not their purses up |
| Need no dress rehearsal, bruh, I’m fresh as shit, it’s effortless |
| Amazing hoes, impressing bitches: «Tip is just the best at this!» |
| I’m a stunner, kill 'em without a lama |
| They callin' me paris hunter whenever in Ferragamo |
| They love me in California, they feel him in Arizona |
| I got hoes so bad, I wanna drill 'em without a condom |
| I fill 'em up in the Hummer, I fill 'em up with the mali |
| Keep 'em off of the white and fill 'em up with the rati |
| I’m a Eastside Gotti with a beachside hottie (yeah) |
| It’s always on me, I got a discreet sign, shottie |
| Since I’ve been getting bigger, I picked up a couple hobbies |
| Now I like to fly, now I like Ducatis |
| First I was just hot, now I’m like wasabi |
| In a nutshell, nigga, I’m the shit to everybody |