Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pardon, artist - T.I.. Album song The L.I.B.R.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Grand hustle
Song language: English
Pardon |
| June, you’re a genius |
| Hitmaka |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it |
| Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy |
| We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated |
| Hold up, they ain’t made a game you can play on me |
| I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me |
| They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see |
| I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me |
| Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I’m from |
| Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf |
| Work, wonder what’s up under my shirt |
| Wonder why I ain’t gettin' searched |
| Nigga, Tip been solid, speak against his name in the hood |
| And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin' |
| But moments in the past just made me who I am |
| That’s why I don’t run from it |
| Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don’t like it, then fuck 'em |
| Get a little money then double level |
| Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope |
| To Puff Daddy standin' with in Chinchilla |
| Road run, Rubberband Man |
| Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand |
| Well, Goddamn, my suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch |
| Put your heart in this shit, you’re bound to get rich, no cap |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview |
| I got people askin' me «What the fuck done got into you» |
| I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due |
| Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn’t no handouts |
| Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house |
| We ain’t never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out |
| I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out |
| Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won’t |
| How you make the gun go on safety? |
| It don’t |
| You that young turnt nigga, baby, for shit, sure |
| Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro |
| Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat |
| Heard a nigga say he want smoke |
| Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more |
| I ain’t really up for no arguin' |
| Nigga said he gon' do what? |
| Bitch, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Shut up, sucka nigga, get up |
| Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up |
| Foreign, automotive all in my lawn |
| Yawn, did this so long it’s gettin' borin' |
| Trapped into the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle |
| Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now |
| You know we ain’t with the hype, a million on the mic |
| Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain’t what we like |
| I’m a king, done my thing from the green to the white |
| When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics |
| Say I ain’t the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid |
| Fuck what all them other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin' |
| Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it, started sellin' crack for employment |
| Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent |
| Get the suckas out the way and get rich |
| Blockin' my path, boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch |
| I’m a vet at this shit and all I ever been was authentic |
| Twenty years I been handlin' my business |
| Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies |
| Buyin' everything on the west side of the city |
| 'Cause that’s where all the niggas don’t play about Tip |
| So, what I care 'bout what you got to say to Tip |
| Nigga, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |
| Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin' |
| Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket |
| I be outside totin' carbon |
| With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon |
| I just put the Patek on a throwaway |
| Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon |
| Big body rolls give me road rage |
| Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon |