TI IN DECATUR (feat. midwxst)

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Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter
Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur
We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors
Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy
Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act
I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back
All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that
We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats
My bitch got on hysteric, got a white plug his name Eric
He playing with me, I'm doing his ass like Bud, I'm finna air him
The bitch is mine, I don't know why you thinking that we sharing
Yeah, too bad bitches, I paired em, finna spin his shit like Ferris
We ain't buying the shit you wearing, that shit damn near embarrassing
Nigga ain't with pull his weight and his team mad they had to carry him
Treat a pint like a bad bitch, I'm trying to cherish it
These nigga's going out sad about the girls that's trying to marry me
You can't compete when you don't compare
The chop loud as f*ck, it sound like niggas beat snares
I ain't playing fair, I don't give no fucks
Never did I once, run that nigga over in a big caddy truck
Yeah, R. Kelly in my Glock, it don't grind, but it bump
He say he got smoke with me, but he ain't say shit to me once
Yeah, Fergo F baby, F for flex, not for front
Yeah, five bigger than four, I'm putting Cinco's in my cup
Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter
Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur
We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors
Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy
Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act
I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back
All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that
We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats
You spill Ferg cup, your life is probably over
Feel like Chief in his prime, lil' bitch know I hate being sober
Had to stop off in the trap and I can still, yeah, smell the odor
These niggas talking this and that, but they ain't never sent one over
These niggas talking about the Nap, but they don't rep it, boy niggas hoeing
I already know that I'm the shit, I don't never have to show it
There ain't no nigga in this shit besides my brothers that I'm owing
And if this shit not going right for you, nigga, where the f*ck you going
Nigga, hang it up, cause we don't need you on the mic
I stay out the mix and mind my business, that's my fucking life
Niggas always seem to be on my dick, but that's they Kryptonite
It's not my fault that your bitch won't come and take off my Rick tonight
Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter
Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur
We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors
Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy
Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act
I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back
All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that
We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats

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