| Song | Kemosabe (Feat. Doe B, Young Dro, And B.O.B) |
| Artist | T.I. |
| Album | G.D.O.D. |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| [Verse 1: Doe B] | |
| I blow the check in Follies | |
| I coulda bought a 'Rari | |
| Pull up in the big body | |
| Valet had to double park it | |
| I’m covered in Versace | |
| I’m Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton | |
| Flexin' through the projects | |
| Them bitches think I’m 'luminati | |
| My nigga say fuck a Bugatti | |
| Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's | |
| Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty | |
| Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion | |
| [Bridge: Doe B] | |
| Top off on a foreign | |
| Ballin' like Amar'e | |
| 2 bitches and they barbies | |
| 1 on lean and 1 on mollies | |
| [Hook: Doe B] | |
| 50 hoes in the lobby | |
| Chain gold and it’s Versace | |
| I’m like woa Kemosabe | |
| Big ballin' is my hobby | |
| [Verse 2: Young Dro] | |
| Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring | |
| Pass me the ball I'm scorin' | |
| Fuck yo bitch she horny | |
| Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird, | |
| 3 plus 3, that's 6 birds | |
| 24 cups, 21 that’s 4-5 | |
| That's what I keep on my side | |
| If a nigga tryna run up in my house | |
| I’mma blow his ass back outside | |
| And even if the fuck nigga look wrong | |
| I'mma knock the pussy nigga cock eye | |
| Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out | |
| This verse so hot I'm finna hop out | |
| Ain’t ball, man I'm finna go beast mode | |
| Dominating here, getting knocked out | |
| I’mma stop now slow it up | |
| Rolled on on my 30’s | |
| Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies | |
| That ho be lookin' dusty | |
| I bet her pussy musty | |
| [Hook: Doe B] | |
| [Verse 3: Birdman] | |
| I'm like "whoah Kemosabe" | |
| I started this shit cos that's my hobby | |
| Big Tymer that's my name ho | |
| Versaces on my frame ho | |
| All gold everything | |
| I put that shit on everything | |
| Got a ring on every finger nigga | |
| Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it's raining nigga | |
| Bitch on my arm like a singer nigga | |
| Hah, she might just be a singer nigga | |
| I do what the fuck I want | |
| And I buy what the fuck I want | |
| [Hook: Doe B] | |
| [Verse 4: B.o.B] | |
| Got em poppin with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys | |
| Ballin’s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri | |
| Young god is the prophet, young playas stackin profit | |
| I made a quarter million and I never went to college | |
| Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydrofonics | |
| Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake | |
| I’m all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler | |
| Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips | |
| And this life is all that I know | |
| Ain’t after that, I didn’t miss it | |
| And we go hard, these niggas lip but them ventriloquists whisper | |
| From band hitters on 6, niggas would kill to get rich | |
| And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich nigga | |
| [Bridge: Doe B] | |
| Top off on a foreign | |
| Ballin like Amar'e | |
| 2 bitches and they barbies | |
| 1 on lean and 1 on mollies | |
| [Hook: Doe B] | |
| [Verse 5: T.I] | |
| I got foreign whips in my garage | |
| Top down in that SB | |
| I got plane gas and I see yall | |
| And I match a clique in my ashy | |
| And Hustle Gang we about that action | |
| And all them other pussy niggas just actin | |
| And yo gang play, cocaine pay | |
| For everything I got like 30K | |
| I’m still a drug dealer, how you love that? | |
| Love a real nigga, den you love me! | |
| We’re out there in the spot, where they selling drugs at | |
| I’mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3 | |
| 50 corners and Ferrari Californias | |
| Fuckin with a bitch, you California | |
| Smokin shit, you did fo California | |
| Bitch get wrong she gon' get left in California |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa | |
| Verse 1: Doe B | |
| I blow the check in Follies | |
| I coulda bought a ' Rari | |
| Pull up in the big body | |
| Valet had to double park it | |
| I' m covered in Versace | |
| I' m Fresh prince, these niggas Carlton | |
| Flexin' through the projects | |
| Them bitches think I' m ' luminati | |
| My nigga say fuck a Bugatti | |
| Buy him a Box Chevy on 30' s | |
| Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty | |
| Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion | |
| Bridge: Doe B | |
| Top off on a foreign | |
| Ballin' like Amar' e | |
| 2 bitches and they barbies | |
| 1 on lean and 1 on mollies | |
| Hook: Doe B | |
| 50 hoes in the lobby | |
| Chain gold and it' s Versace | |
| I' m like woa Kemosabe | |
| Big ballin' is my hobby | |
| Verse 2: Young Dro | |
| Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring | |
| Pass me the ball I' m scorin' | |
| Fuck yo bitch she horny | |
| Got 23 bitches on the TBird, | |
| 3 plus 3, that' s 6 birds | |
| 24 cups, 21 that' s 45 | |
| That' s what I keep on my side | |
| If a nigga tryna run up in my house | |
| I' mma blow his ass back outside | |
| And even if the fuck nigga look wrong | |
| I' mma knock the pussy nigga cock eye | |
| Me and Doe B show ' em how to rock out | |
| This verse so hot I' m finna hop out | |
| Ain' t ball, man I' m finna go beast mode | |
| Dominating here, getting knocked out | |
| I' mma stop now slow it up | |
| Rolled on on my 30' s | |
| Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies | |
| That ho be lookin' dusty | |
| I bet her pussy musty | |
| Hook: Doe B | |
| Verse 3: Birdman | |
| I' m like " whoah Kemosabe" | |
| I started this shit cos that' s my hobby | |
| Big Tymer that' s my name ho | |
| Versaces on my frame ho | |
| All gold everything | |
| I put that shit on everything | |
| Got a ring on every finger nigga | |
| Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it' s raining nigga | |
| Bitch on my arm like a singer nigga | |
| Hah, she might just be a singer nigga | |
| I do what the fuck I want | |
| And I buy what the fuck I want | |
| Hook: Doe B | |
| Verse 4: B. o. B | |
| Got em poppin with my possy, we ballin like the Cosbys | |
| Ballin' s in my bloodline, casa de mi patri | |
| Young god is the prophet, young playas stackin profit | |
| I made a quarter million and I never went to college | |
| Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydrofonics | |
| Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake | |
| I' m all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler | |
| Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips | |
| And this life is all that I know | |
| Ain' t after that, I didn' t miss it | |
| And we go hard, these niggas lip but them ventriloquists whisper | |
| From band hitters on 6, niggas would kill to get rich | |
| And this Doe B, B. o. B, G. D. O. D, we rich nigga | |
| Bridge: Doe B | |
| Top off on a foreign | |
| Ballin like Amar' e | |
| 2 bitches and they barbies | |
| 1 on lean and 1 on mollies | |
| Hook: Doe B | |
| Verse 5: T. I | |
| I got foreign whips in my garage | |
| Top down in that SB | |
| I got plane gas and I see yall | |
| And I match a clique in my ashy | |
| And Hustle Gang we about that action | |
| And all them other pussy niggas just actin | |
| And yo gang play, cocaine pay | |
| For everything I got like 30K | |
| I' m still a drug dealer, how you love that? | |
| Love a real nigga, den you love me! | |
| We' re out there in the spot, where they selling drugs at | |
| I' mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3 | |
| 50 corners and Ferrari Californias | |
| Fuckin with a bitch, you California | |
| Smokin shit, you did fo California | |
| Bitch get wrong she gon' get left in California |