Текст песни T.I. - Every Chance I Get
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Текст песни T.I. - Every Chance I Get
[Intro: T.I.]Real talk, true story (uh-huh)No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)Y'knowmsayin? (Real talk)Ay dawg (yeah yeah)I'ma tell you like this[Chorus: T.I.]( )Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so richAnd you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shitI'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitchKnow that I'm gon' ball every chance I getEvery chance I get, real talk, no shitEvery chance I get, make money on thisI'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitchKnow that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get[T.I.]They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonelyGot my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phonyAin't another nigga colder, cribs all overFlash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-ColaI'm exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quotaI give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking sodaYou said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny oneI'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest sonGot one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin (guap)Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prisonAnd my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billionListen; Grand Hustle, best respect this visionMy records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginninWhat with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film divisionMultiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the divisionBreak bread, StreetCred.com makin a killinPlus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashinI'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better knowPut dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know[Chorus][T.I.]I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so farDope game, rap game, 'bout the same so farBrag about your lil' Benz, nigga that ain't no carI got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeurHigh as gas is, the country at war and people are starvinAnd I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh?Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started upSeason hoe, get 'em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuckNah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so muchLeast I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so muchSo I'm tryin now while I'm rhymin not to brag about the islandOr the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide inHouse is wide open, we could bring the outside inI think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quietI just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyinWould it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?If I made less money, started to dress bummyWould the haters and the critics have more respect for me?Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga[Chorus][Outro: T.I.]Ay say homeboyIt's real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?Heh, you could hate all you want partnaI'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch niggaHa ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usualAy-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad ClickAy, Big Kuntry you up next homieIt's the king, BITCH!Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch niggaMy grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass niggaYou understand that? Nigga come meet me niggaSee me nigga! You know?Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin youand start kickin that fuck shit, you know?You know how I get down, you know what it was niggaYou know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!Yeahhhhhh, AY![Chorus]