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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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2018

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Ay papi, Nik apurate
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, f*ck it, I'm just gon' be dope
And not apologize for it
I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I'm so good

Yeah, f*ck up that money, then make it again (then make it again)
I f*ck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hatin' again (they hatin' again)
I know they don't like it, they takin' it in
F*ck up a check, then we makin' it back
She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in that
She want the D, I've been waitin' on that
I've been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on that
And I meant what I said, I ain't takin' it back
We get your chain, we ain't takin' it back
Reach for my chain, gotta fight you for that
Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please
I know we ballin' too much and all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us
I say, "Ven aquí mami," and call it to us
If I give you my number, don't call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I'm in Balenci', Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the 'Gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(But really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their Twitter, like killers and really get smoked 
(Really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on Twitter just tellin' us jokes 
(Tellin' us jokes)
While we gettin' money, just burnin' this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much, but maybe they ain't gettin' money enough
I say, "Dimelo, papi," he come with a truck
He gon' make a tab and I'm runnin' it up, gracias!

Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see 'em, don't do anything
Okay, killin' these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin' and shinin' since back in the nineties
I'm 'bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I'm solid and thorough, stand up as f*ck
See these niggas, I just be like, 'What the f*ck?'
Ain't no way in hell you can f*ck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture, I can't do nothin' with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That's how I do, ay, can't give you the formula
Don't stop me, I'm just warmin' up
Niggas be actin', the f*ck they perfomin' for
Leave 'em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean, drippin' that flavor
F*ck nigga hatin', but try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Skiin' in Vail, David Chapelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then runnin' and tell, open the vault, put you under the jail

Como dice Pablo, plata or plomo?
Así es como es
Que te vaya bien bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo
You know that nigga?
Tranquilo
What'd he do?
Ay, ask him if he got some weed
Yo quiero grande mota
Man, what'd you just say?
Cómo se dice a lot of weed
Yeah yo quiero grande mota
Okay
Cocaína
Hell yeah
Mucho
We want that
Ya dig?

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