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    T.I. Look What I Got текст песни

    Look What I Got

    [ad lib]
    Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
    You think them niggaz is hot
    Well shawty look what I got
    (nigga look what I got)
    You think I’m lying nigga
    Look what I got
    Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
    Shawty look what I got
    Ay, pimpin look what I got
    Look what I got
    My nigga look what I got

    [Verse One]
    Big wheels still spin when I stop
    Presidential roll, gold rolex watch
    With no rocks
    I save them for the pinky
    Keep you niggaz blinkin’
    He ain’t wearin’ platinum, Naw
    But I keep you niggaz thinking
    Mink seats sure to keep a nigga sinkin’
    Swear he ain’t slangin’
    But I know that nigga creepin’
    Got a condo, in Orlando
    For the weekend
    Homes be so crunk in the club
    We gotta sneak in
    No more room in the V.I.P
    They payin’ just to peek in
    When they leave
    They be lookin in a car
    They can’t even see in
    And that’s just the
    In the city that he in
    He was rappin’ in the cafeteria
    But now that nigga serious
    Heard he got a CL, a EXT on Spreewells
    Several Chevy’s on 24′s
    (Hold up), "how many records he sell?"
    Man I don’t know
    But he got a label now
    Them boys, the PSC (hell)
    I heard Atlantic gave ‘em a deal for
    2 or 3 mill. (ay, shawty)
    (for real nigga?)

    Look what I got
    A old school, a truck and a drop
    So next time you think them niggaz is hot
    Shawty, look what I got
    The respect of the niggaz and G’s
    So next time you say them niggaz is G’s
    You probably lookin’ at me
    A what, we ballin’
    Bought the bar for the broads
    So next time you think them niggaz is hard
    Shawty, look at the squad
    I’m buyin’ yachts, have the streets on lock
    So next time you think yo’ peeps on top
    Pimpin, look what I got

    [Verse Two]
    I’m well known in the hood
    Like the dope man phone number
    Roll anything I can throw some 24′s under
    Nigga talk bad ’bout the man
    But I shole wonder
    Why the dope boys fuck with ‘em
    And the hoes love ‘em
    Very little promotions on this album
    Never heard of ‘em
    But it’s jammin’ like the fuck
    Was jumpin’ out the stores
    ’cause I was born in the raid
    and I’m made in the streets
    I done played in the days
    In the shade in the streets
    I say I rapped in the trap
    With the best in the streets
    Shot craps in the back
    You know the rest, nigga please
    You doin’ business with me
    You best invest in some skills
    I sell slopes of snow
    I don’t fuck with little blow nigga
    Got 80 k’s, it’s gone take a little more (to what?)
    To double up and bring it back
    And make a little more (You movin’ slow)
    And movin slow, now what you take a nigga for?
    I’ma cock hammers and 44′s
    And nail yo ass to the floor
    And I ain’t braggin’, I’m just letting niggaz know
    ’cause the media and radio can get a nigga so
    Fucked up
    Comparin’ me to these niggaz little flow
    I do a song
    Fuck up they whole little show (so shawty)


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