Singer: t.i.

Album: King

I like the low rhythm ... I like the back of my coat. ...

Haha ... Manny's fresh. I got you, nigger

I'm gonna show these niggers how to use your beat

I want to close the whole block.

Here Comes Trouble

I want to tell you how much the king likes riding horses.

I like my low racket and high back.

I can imagine sitting in a 24-hour car with a helicopter behind me.

You like your Kenwood fever and your top to let it back.

If your rim sits high, your window is dark.

I am a man in my city, and no one dares to joke with me.

You can ask real niggers and all bad bitches.

I'm a famous drug dealer. I always have 50 yuan.

Thugs and killers are in my class.

The students on the 26th floor are watching TV.

Shorty, I will never slip. I saw Beretta.

Get the magazine ready and ready to go.

Get ready to show these people celebrity pistol whipping.

The pimp stole the car and the roof because the label was missing.

The police tried to chase me, but they just let off a little gas.

Indulge in fast life, I guess I am a child of my father.

Do you think I'm bad now? You should have seen me before I had children.

Give Dick to your father's daughter and see if she dares to have a baby.

I hope he bought insurance, because she is suffering from death?

Kill her in Mississippi and drive her to Missouri.

My wet paint was still dripping when I grabbed the wood grain.

I got this pimp click. I know you've heard of us.

Young niggers are very rich, and we don't worry too much.

On this Glock pistol, I hold on to the God I trust.

If a fucking nigger starts betting on his heart, I'll break down

Your partner screwed up with the woman in the car.

What, you underestimated that a star won't collapse?

I have the determination and courage to achieve this goal.

Move ten bricks every day and try to move for five minutes.

Did you see Cadillac turn on Hollywood Road?

In California, the busiest place in fucking Hollywood.

I took half a pill with my partner, Jan Dro.

Hit Goodie mob soul food

Other rappers' buddies told them I was a professional.

With a loaded bullet and a quarter brick

(Hey) Nigger, if you don't hit me, you will buy 6 or Mo.

My 24 blades sparkle and my 808 kicks.

I'm wearing a crown. Somebody better tell them.

Because I spit a hundred bullets and let everyone run away.

There are some bitches in my Mercedes, and my partner is in a Chevrolet.

Now we are riding Giovanni and asani's horses in Pirellis.

If you want to catch up with me, forget it.

The clip in the kitchen knife reaches your leg and will tear you to pieces.

The pistol in the truck pointed my knife at Tucker.

Do you think he won't be trapped? Your life is a mess.

A few stitches in your hip will mess up your night.

Will he survive? Will he die? I guess he might get lucky.

At the same time, I am racing with my Ferarri, just like a dollar lamp.

Every time I have a car, I race Lamborghini Gallardo. ...

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