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T.I.

Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr. (born September 25, 1980), better known by his stage name T.I., by his nickname Tip and by his alter ego T.I.P., is an American hip hop recording artist, film and music producer, actor and author. He is also the founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Grand Hustle Records. more »

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What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the f*ck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King

I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Don't understand my decisions so I don't need your approval
I'm a motherfuckin' villain, just like you see in the movie
But still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino
You know we fill the 'sino, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lickin'-
I see the line between 'em, man, they ain't actin' a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleaners
Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (jheeze)

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak, never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit
I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit
'Nother day of a dope boy, hunnid million, legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five, with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas
Lookin' for me I been sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
F*ck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business
drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won't listen to 'em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve for 'em
Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain't never gave a damn what a nigga think, f*ck 'em

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak, never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

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