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Fury. |
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I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga |
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[Chorus: repeat 4X] |
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Ain't I clean? That machine, super cool, super mean |
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I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga |
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[T.I talking over the chorus] |
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Yeah, so |
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You already know, hey. |
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I'm the hottest nigga you done heard in a long time. |
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Introducing you to the hottest nigga you heard in a long time. |
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Hey |
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[Verse One: T.I.] |
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Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe |
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Niggas hating on what he doing just mad cause they ain't do it first |
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His name pop up when you hit play or on your Google search |
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Bitches bow they head and bend they knees just like they do in church |
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Drop doe into her purse before you get into her skirt |
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She agree to do the work before she get into the vert |
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Till my pine box drop down into the dirt |
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I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth |
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In the air, I fly, can't compare my |
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Swagger to another rapper, don't you dare try |
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Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see |
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No legacy will ever be next to me or near by |
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Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm a fair guy |
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Just approach with caution, be aware because I don't share my |
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Throne, my crown I own |
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Hottest flow on any song, I'm on, I'm gone, nigga |
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[Break: sample] |
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I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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[T.I talking over chorus] |
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Hey! B.o.B, you up next, baby! |
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Hey! Grand Hustle, nigga! |
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If I ain't the hottest nigga on the universe |
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I guess I'll have to do until he gets here, nigga! |
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[B.o.B] Here I go! |
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[T.I.] Hey Call me a lie, nigga! Yeah |
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[Verse Two: B.o.B] |
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I'm that nigga that you heard about through word of mouth |
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They probably say I change the music in the dirty south |
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Now that the word is out, the timing is perfect now |
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To take all of these hypocritical rumor and burn em down |
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If you observe the doubt, you'd see what they worried about |
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They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now |
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Honestly, I could give a **** what you're blurting out |
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Point, blank, I'm in the game rocking my jersey now |
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So just accept me or don't pay me no mind |
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Either way you're gonna be hearing me all of the time |
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Whether on Greg Street or 107.9 |
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Or on your favorite rap blog on your rap website |
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And if that ain't right, then show me straight to the judge |
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Just like Brian Nichols I ain't spitting nothing but slugs |
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Venomous blood in my veins, chemicals up in my brain |
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Yes I resemble a criminal, B.o.Bizzle, you ain't ****ing with mayne |
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[Break] |
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[Outro: T.I.] + (B.o.B) |
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Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayne |
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I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man) |
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Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man |
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I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly) |
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Ay, man, aye man that laughing, that laugh is natural |
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Because I'm literally amused by your sentiment |
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I mean if you really feel that, know what I'm sayin |
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That the likes of the second verse can even |
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Slightly compare with the immaculate (Hahaha) |
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Then I must take a chuckle...Hahaha |
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You know what I'm saying, but never no mind |
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(We can have em blog about it) |
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Absolutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge |
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(You know you gonna do it anyway, **** it) |
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B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog |
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(Which could be the better acronym for the song) |
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But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle! |
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Hahahaha (Ah-haha) |
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[Chorus until fade] |