Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Tell You Something, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 18.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let Me Tell You Something |
| Want to be your man, please… tell you why |
| (I know what y’all thinking) |
| Doop doop doop doop doop doop |
| (First he can’t be my man, now he want to be my man) |
| (I wish this nigga make his mind up) |
| Can’t live my life… tell you why |
| (All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know) |
| Oh baby, oh baby |
| (We gonna step out the track for one sec, one sec) |
| Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss |
| Know I can’t be your man why I feel like this |
| What I need with a woman when I live like this |
| Different chicks running in and out the crib like this |
| Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight’ll be enough |
| Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up |
| Set times to the side just for us to live it up |
| Walking out of Ralph Lauren, purple label linen, yuh |
| It’s hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us |
| Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus |
| So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag |
| By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad |
| Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets |
| A part of the package, but still far from a marriage |
| It’s easy to lose balance when hearts just start carin |
| With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop starin |
| Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin |
| (Tell you why) |
| Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin |
| (doop doop doop doop doop doop doop) |
| Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin |
| (Can't live my life… without you) |
| Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I’ve been meanin to tell you sumthin |
| (Oh baby, oh baby) |
| If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty |
| I got some shit I want to get off my mind, and I know |
| You get enough of niggas hollerin ya fine (hey |
| Ask… ask ya friend man, man I got this) |
| Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine |
| My bad, I know you think I’m probably lyin |
| Then I’mma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time… man |
| Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind |
| Say you should follow your heart and I’m followin' mine |
| But anyway, when I see yo' face |
| Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay |
| At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say |
| I already have too many hoes, I know |
| But if I had you, all the dough I’d blow |
| On eleven karat pink stones trillion row |
| I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth |
| Without a worry in the world when you rolling with me |