Bitch Who
T.I. feat. Mac Boney
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It's going down in this bitch!
He ain't really from that block
He ain't really getting that guap
He ain't on top
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that
I bet he gon' be quiet after that
That nigga shit wack
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
Gangster sport, just look, shook
Who me? I never been nothing of the sort
Want the title? Buck for it, it's yours
You getting ignored cause you so piss poor
Force me to pull, kick doors, need mine on time
You can be sure shawty gon' shine
Trust, left niggas in the dust
Trap music, tried to let you catch up
But you niggas just suck, bad
Fall short, not enough swag
So I had to give you niggas so much gas
Get a maid costume, got a broom
Cause you finna get swept off your feet tryna step up to me
I put your ass down under if it left up to me
Like boomerangs and kangaroos, now tell me I ain't a fool
Stack money like jewels
Let a nigga take something from me, I refuse
Who? I'm so cool
Rock my jewels wherever
Rob me dude, I dare you
Have your ass in a box and your soul in the air
Say your prayers and say hello to layer
He ain't really from that block
He ain't really getting that guap
He ain't on top
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that
I bet he gon' be quiet after that
That nigga shit wack
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
I hate you be comparing my
Shit, today is there to try
Don't even think it's fair the guy can breathe the same air as I
I'm out there, way left field like Jamiroquai
Verified, running chicks in and out the Marriott
They come get served then leave like a carry-out
Restaurant, resembling some young Gloria Estefan's
Listen one, don't violate or I annihilate
Opposition out of play, hating I don't tolerate
Came out the gate dead serious
Ain't a lot changed since then, atop the top ten
God favor me like I'm without sin, go figure
Get bigger every year, still the same old nigga
Money don't change no nigga
You start out a lame and get famous, you the same ho nigga
Ain't no flow sicker, everything I made done
Crazy, deranged, insane I say
He ain't really from that block
He ain't really getting that guap
He ain't on top
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that
I bet he gon' be quiet after that
That nigga shit wack
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
I woke up this morning, I jumped up
I heard some wack music, what the fuck?
I get these rap niggas, lucked up
I wish y'all fuck niggas, knuckle up
Cause we done slaughtered niggas every year
Bought the cleanest solitaire
Park the Chargers over there, park Ferraris over here
Niggas never been a peer, always really been a square
And I dare niggas try to run a campaign for the chair
Man, boy we got them rifles and we Taliban
And we bring it in like the Mexicans
Stacks on me boy, I got them heavy pants
Strap on me nigga, I make you do that dance
You playing with the Godfather trilogy
Y'all boys'll never see my squad in a century
Wrong move so I hit you with a penalty
It's Non Profit nigga, Westside Ministry
He ain't really from that block
He ain't really getting that guap
He ain't on top
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?
He ain't really got it like that
I bet he gon' be quiet after that
That nigga shit wack
I beg your pardon
You bumped your fucking head, is you retarded?