T.I. - Addresses lyrics

rate me

I’m bagging what you see

Ride dirty without green

Bet you ain’t disrespecting as you wander with the cane

Put an address on that shit, who you talking about? What you mean?

Wanna see me in the street better bring some extra magazines

All that flexing and that popping you be doing for the hoes

I would run up with that chopper give it to you and your hoe

For sure stunt, keeping dough coming

Man, those suckers talking tough but trust me they ain’t on it

Hey, listen to me bro, don’t bring that bullshit to me, bro

Ain’t no back and forth my nigga, fuck with me I’m torching, nigga

Don’t go to war unless your money right

Room full of money, hold up, not a one in sight, right?

Hey look, I can’t afford a gun fight

But I can afford a one life

All of that sucker shit, you broke and now you’re so upset

All that shit you kick around the city get you no respect

I know a rap beat, what you want, that shit I peeped in

You such a gangster, get some money out the street then

Been in a gang for 11 years, if I was such a hoe

Nigga, I would’ve been exposed 10 years ago

Never been robbed, never got my chain took

Never even been hit in my face, if you don’t believe, look

And people looking at me back when I was trigger happy

There wasn’t no shouting matches, I just got to get at it

I’m bagging what you see

Ride dirty without green

Bet you ain’t disrespecting as you wander with the cane

Put an address on that shit, who you talking about? What you mean?

Wanna see me in the street better bring some extra magazines

All that flexing and that popping you be doing for the hoes

I would run up with that chopper give it to you and your hoe

For sure stunt, keeping dough coming

Man, those suckers talking tough but trust me they ain’t on it

I swear to God, another day, another fuck, nigga

That’s why I just get that paper be like fuck nigga

Sucker nigga, you were tough but now you done some

I’m done talking bust your gun, wanna run some

Nigga turn your tv on every week and see my family hustle

And everybody on your street just see your family struggle

What happened bro, guess your connection feel like fuck ‘em, dog

No money when I see you, I see you, I see none at all

That chick I’m chasing after, never mind them hater rapper

Making situation sticky like an hour later wrapper

Been fucking, city’s up, this shit ain’t shit to all

Keep on, I’ll show these folks on tape how you a sitting duck

I’m bagging what you see

Ride dirty without green

Bet you ain’t disrespecting as you wander with the cane

Put an address on that shit, who you talking about? What you mean?

Wanna see me in the street better bring some extra magazines

All that flexing and that popping you be doing for the hoes

I would run up with that chopper give it to you and your hoe

For sure stunt, keeping dough coming

Man, those suckers talking tough but trust me they ain’t on it