T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"Dope Boyz Lyrics"
Just like the first time Lyrics
I USED TO THINK, THAT I HAD LEFT YOU FAR BEHIND, BUT TIME HAS NEVER QUITE, ERASED YOU FROM MY MIND, MY HEART KEEPS TELLING ME YOU'RE GONE, CAN'T RE WRITE HISTORY, MOVE ON, JUST AS I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE, IN WALKS YOU, CHORUS RIGHT BACK TO WHERE I STARTED, BROKEN HEARTED, NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FEEL THIS WAY, JUST LIKE WE NEVER PARTED, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE STARTED, NOW YOU'RE TAKING ME OVER, IT'S JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME AGAIN I USED TO DREAM, S
I USED TO THINK, THAT I HAD LEFT YOU FAR BEHIND, BUT TIME HAS NEVER QUITE, ERASED YOU FROM MY MIND, MY HEART KEEPS TELLING ME YOU'RE GONE, CAN'T RE WRITE HISTORY, MOVE ON, JUST AS I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO, LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE, IN WALKS YOU, CHORUS RIGHT BACK TO WHERE I STARTED, BROKEN HEARTED, NEVER THOUGHT I COULD FEEL THIS WAY, JUST LIKE WE NEVER PARTED, LOOK WHAT YOU'VE STARTED, NOW YOU'RE TAKING ME OVER, IT'S JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME AGAIN I USED TO DREAM, S
[T.I. talking]
Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawty
Ay shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45
Well shit what you need shawty
Ay these these bd's right here shawty
Ay this that this that noyd too shawty
You can't get no better than this right here
Ay nigga well get the fuck out my trapp then
[Verse 1]
A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times
The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9
Still in the trapp wit them break down dimes
Hit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mind
Why y'all niggas bitching on and whining I'm a grind
Shack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)
It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to Bankhead
It's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scared
I got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank heads
The dope game still strong like pimping ain't dead
Heard what I said I ain't buying no yell
Weighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scale
Yeah,
Easy to Sing Lyrics
I can't stop thinking of you I don't want to say it I can't stop remembering you I don't want to think it All the promises I made to you I broke But you still live so close to me You said you wouldn't sell your ring And it's so hard to let go It's so hard to let go I know our past must go I'll give you the time you need You threw a party just for me Yes, it was perfect
look like you got that touchy bug shawtyI can't stop thinking of you I don't want to say it I can't stop remembering you I don't want to think it All the promises I made to you I broke But you still live so close to me You said you wouldn't sell your ring And it's so hard to let go It's so hard to let go I know our past must go I'll give you the time you need You threw a party just for me Yes, it was perfect
Standing round in my trapp I think you fucking up shawty
Same nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trapp
Made a song for the niggas and the J's in da trapp
For the...
[Hook]
Da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at nigga
I say the, da dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
The thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at nigga
Ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
This for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga
[Verse 2]
Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyah
Nigga want that weight got it for the high high
You can't even supply the package I buy
I get it and I cook and it's gone for it dry
Get a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimes
Buy my own blow so the profits all mine
How we gone shine?, the same way we gone grind
Nigg
Count The Ways Lyrics
[Dwele] Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to fuck you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to fuck you Your all I want girl (echo) [T3] It goes day one I would take her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin but bathin suits and shorts hon' And thats for real girl And then step t
as ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blind[Dwele] Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to fuck you Your all I want girl Theres many ways to touch ya I been thinkin of you Let me count the ways to fuck you Your all I want girl (echo) [T3] It goes day one I would take her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin but bathin suits and shorts hon' And thats for real girl And then step t
C got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mine
Triple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pine
Honey brown wood grain wheel in the 'lac
Oak on the dash and the 12's in the back
Came for years of trappin', staying down wit the crack
Now that I made it rapping I ain't never going back
I'ma let the paper stack till it can't no more
Still got love for my niggas slangin' blow
Getting do' fo' sure
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hard
Me and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in Cobb
Nann nigga barred we the trillest niggas living
If this ain't yo trapp then what the fuck you doing in it?
What the muthafucking business, do you think you puttin down?
If so then my corner you need to get the fuck from round
Unless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the pound
Anything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locke
Go Find John Lyrics
Go find John hiding in the backyard crying cause his hands hurt all the thorns crying for you to Go find John scattered and bewildered swallowed by the dirt there all alone CHORUS Go tell him I told him Go tell him He's welcome to come home Go tell him I know him He's tried and tried and nothing works at all Go find John drunk to kill the pain there lying on a strange bed all th
d downGo find John hiding in the backyard crying cause his hands hurt all the thorns crying for you to Go find John scattered and bewildered swallowed by the dirt there all alone CHORUS Go tell him I told him Go tell him He's welcome to come home Go tell him I know him He's tried and tried and nothing works at all Go find John drunk to kill the pain there lying on a strange bed all th
37's ki's in da grill of the broam
Jumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homes
All most gone ain't got but four mo'
Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blow
Nothing left for you but to count my do'
Just something else to do while I blow my dro'
350k what I paid for the shit
Made 850 quick when I flipped all these bricks
Getting rich in this bitch
[HooK: 2x]
(T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)
Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATL
From the SWATS on Campbelton Road
on over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understand
On over to Candler Road
Ay I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in Decatur
Got damn ay we going on down to Miami shawty
Ay we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the low
I'm coming to get some
Ay one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawty
Up in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling good
On over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there