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Lyrics:
[Intro: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all Na na na na naa na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na naa na na na na na We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga We don't get down like y'all [Verse 1: T.I.] Hey, its been a lot of back and forth over this and that So I don't pick the bobble no more I just get a fact Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is Y'all are lost imma tell you what the difference is See we old school, you just old news We used to move blow and you just blow dude See we the talk of the town me and my whole crew You run around town gossip like the hoe do See your name drop when nobody knows you We get them lames out our section like we supposed to My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn and the Rolls too You give her roses I'm the one she brings the rose to So you say your shinin' well i guess I'm shinin' more So high up I'm soaring thirty and I'm like a dinosaur Carnivore, meat eater, G's they respect Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet nigga Haa!! [Chorus: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all I ball, I do You talk, I'm real You flaw, pussy nigga We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga We don't get down like y'all [Verse 2: T.I.] Don't call it a comeback Again ride been from the fed pen Pull up on them suckers pop the trunk and tell them get in Huh, thought I lost a step but guess again Back to ballin', getting bread, bringing checks in Yeah, like we did on my last case I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks Let me set these niggas ass straight Hoe want there cloth bags loosen up fag babe Them hot pants bad for your prostate Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy They say its hip, but where I'm from we call it sissified [Chorus: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all I ball, I do You talk, I'm real You flaw, pussy nigga We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga We don't get down like y'all [Verse 3: T.I.] Ay, before us there was none After us no more they'll ever be This the greatest show on earth you'll ever see I still do it for my niggas in the streets getting to it Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag Three, four hundred carats just to make them sucka's mad Back in the saddle the winner of every battle Been the best since I was rapping in a rattle word travel As you comment on the rumors of what have you bewared dude Prayer cant prepare you how dare you Disrespect my presence, peasants I will tear you A new one, I poop on your egos and move on Rolls Royce back seat, no grey poupon A true don, three piece Paul Smith suit on Pion, see it ain't no neon in my new one Tear the truth on every song I spew on (blaww!!) [Chorus: B.o.B] We don't get down like y'all I ball, I do You talk, I'm real You flaw, pussy nigga We don't get down like y'all Sucka nigga We don't get down like y'all
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