GLASSES MALONE - Call Me T.I. lyrics

rate me

Rubber band man, bitch I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is long

And its big things popping till I’m dead and gone

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

Boom!

Free T.I.P., my nigga free T.I.P.,

Ask Jeezy bought me, nigga this Crip

I could get a hundred years for having this clip

Lay a hundred down, wit one trip

Next year’s model, how a nigga did

Next top model's on a nigga dick

Word from pitcher's stone

To now I'm pitchin sticks

What you staring at, take a picture trick

Yea you heard me bitch, go call your men’s up

My hustle grand, they got my grands up

We blowing money fast, nigga and what

If you do it like G, my nigga stand up

And put your hands up, like the law here

Shit but fuck the law, you tryna ball here

The top shelf bottles bring them all here

Fuck January 1st, we do this all year

Rubber band man, bitch I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is long

And its big things popping till I’m dead and gone

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

The top bag, it’s on 24,

run up on this bitch and watch the semi blow

Laid too many down on too many flow

I left them pale, talking Demi Moore

This bread got me eating like it’s dinner rolls

Now I’m snatching plates, where your dinner go

Ain’t too many real gangsters left in it, bro, nah

Shit I’m like Cortez, these niggas Kenneth Cole

Jack the swag, shout out to Rosay

Now I’m a rock star, shout out to Coldplay

Coldest cube, shout out to OShay

Just legendary, like the OJays

Catch me hitting corners in the clean grown

Vanilla paint seats, icecream cones

Till the kings home, I’m in the king’s throne

Beating on my chest like I’m king Kong

Rubber band man, bitch I got stash

Cause I’m a dough boy, what you know about that?

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns, guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

I bring them out, cause my bread is long

And its big things popping till I’m dead and gone

You can call me T.I. , handling my B.I.

Guns like a G.I., Hoes cause I’m a P.I.

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