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T.I.( Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. )
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Mob
I'm a young black american, riding european whips
Saying hip hop's a player, how much money I can get
Fuck a car, I'm trying to buy the dealership
You moving one or 2 patch, you ain't dealing shit
I want my life …life so sweet, make a bad bitch get a lift
No cookie or genie could take in my fortune
No misfortune, just building my fortress
I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
My pockets on elephant, life is extravagant
Bad ass madam, and she nasty with some elegance
I'm trying to be filthy rich, so check my diligence
They say if don't make money, it don't make no sense
So I set my sense, people swag on arrogance
Now you see how fly boy I can get
All the people choice, that's why I carry the torch
And every dollar I get, I thank the lord
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I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
We used to pay the party now club's paying us
With 50 k deposit… the dough I get retarded
No shit I reach it far
From … down, and fucking cities up
… my flow ugly as hideous
Don't you know I'm global, you ain't made it off …
Speaking of philly, you can catch me where meek millie is…
I don't play around, no I don't fuck around
I do this for my city I'm trying to hold it down
I'm trying to get my paper so I'll see you later
All about my riches, money over bitches X 2
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