Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Competition, artist - T.I.. Album song F*ck A Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Competition |
| Ay, ay! |
| Young Jeezy, let’s get it, my nigga! |
| Rubber Band Man & Snowman in this bitch! |
| Ay! |
| Ay! |
| Y’all already know, man, y’all can’t fuck wit us, man! |
| It’s the King and the Killa, nigga! |
| C.T.E., P$C, what’s happening? |
| From the trap shit to all the rap shit |
| Gave you numbers on the bricks and all of that shit |
| They run up on the team, I bet they be fallin' back quick |
| Stack the magazine, I’m giving 'em all of that clip |
| Y’een heard the latest? |
| Ho, ya fuckin' with the greatest |
| I know the pussy niggas and the sucka niggas hate us |
| But the lames can’t fade us and ain’t any way to rate us |
| Took the train when they see us 'cause there ain’t no way to play us |
| The fame didn’t make us and the Feds didn’t take us |
| So we flamin' out in Vegas, private plane-ing in Jamaica |
| We the top two crews so it ain’t a way to spray us |
| Lay us, down, nigga who, nigga where? |
| Dream about our deaths then wake up and say a prayer |
| Grab some tissue for this new asshole we finna tear |
| Ain’t a handgun made for man that could prepare ya |
| Say what? |
| Buck on us? |
| I dare ya |
| There is no competition! |
| Yeah! |
| Ay! |
| You already know what it is, nigga! |
| C.T.E., U.S.D.A. |
| for life nigga! |
| U.S.D.A is the clique, nigga! |
| Ha-ha! |
| Yeah! |
| Tip, what up, nigga? |
| You already know what it is, nigga! |
| A-Town firehouse, nigga! |
| (Young Jeez!) Who me? |
| I’m a coupe-driving, bird-flipping |
| O-serving, gun-toting, set-tripping, chicken-flipping |
| (Jeah!) Range-Roving, gat-toting, hay-smoking |
| (Let's get it!) You know I’m sack-holding (Ay!) |
| You could save the hating 'cause I do not need it |
| God damn, I’m so conceited (Ha-ha!) |
| You was rapping, I was trapping, I was busting, they was ducking |
| I was gunning, they was running, first nigga said something |
| Police-ass niggas, yeah they so suspicious (Ay!) |
| Blowing Cali kush, yeah, so delicious (Ha-ha!) |
| Grand Hustle and Corporate Thuggin' |
| You can ask ya girl, I’m the one she’s loving |
| Four-four pound, my Cannons been Aphilliated (Damn!) |
| Damn right, nigga, A-Town's own |
| Mr. 17.5, I really got 'em for that |
| «Them niggas getting money», got a problem with that? |
| Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. |
| This DJ MLK! |
| Y’all know I don’t talk too |
| much on no goddamn mixtape. |
| Nah, I got too much shit to be damn doin'. |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| I DJ seven-plus days a week in the damn city. |
| You know! |
| I just wanna shout out my fam, I see ya! |
| H-Town in the goddamn |
| building! |
| Shout out ! |
| Mars, I see ya! |