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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Tokyo Jetz
Tokyo Jetz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aye YB
Aye YB
Songwriter
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Shauntrell Pender
Shauntrell Pender
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aye YB
Aye YB
Producer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

Letras

88 Gang Hitmaka You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) King in this bitch (yeah) Accept no substitution (hol' up) Ayy, YB help hype him up, bro (King, bitch) I ain't never did shit small, all a nigga know is big ball (uh, uh) Fuck a nigga, get pissed off, now I holla like a hit dog (uh, yeah) Ain't nobody did it like this Don't nobody do it like King (yeah, yeah) The biggest my city done seen, anything else obscene (shh, ah) Boy you know a K.I.N.G, you a peon next to me It'll be on 'fore you see, then he on the same thing I be on Crankshaft body with your name up in neon I'm turnt way beyond Bentley full of bitches off of pints they lean on Never thrown on the realy Boy you better chilly 'fore I hit you in your left eye I put that on Tionne (phew) All I done is all I know Represent dope boys, kick down doors Most of y'all niggas wouldn't have a chance right now If Rubber Band Man ain't dominate in '04 Let me sell my blow and evade po-po Now I'm doing big business, cash, no mortgage Buy a big building, had foreclosures Mo' money, mo' problems, boy you ass sure told it (sheesh) I ain't never did shit small, all a nigga know is big ball (uh, uh) Fuck a nigga, get pissed off, now I holla like a hit dog (yeah, yeah) Ain't nobody did it like this Don't nobody do it like King (yeah, yeah) The biggest my city done seen Anything else obscene (ayy, ayy, shh, ah) Ayy, I ain't never did shit, live that With all due respect to the other side Yeah, you fuck niggas gettin' money but they hoes You can catch 'em with them other guys Since a lil' bitch got respect Hell nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lil' bit Never fucked a nigga for a check or a tool Made a problem, baby mommas and they niggas come with lil' dick Any bitch comin' after me, just a lil' bitch Knockoff, beatdown, never did shit small Body go, "Same hoe talkin' in the groupchat" Worried 'bout my old shit, bitch this a new rack Ride through, the top off, move 'round, knockdown Two words, boss bitch, attitude, talk shit New spark, run it back, pussy smell rich, fresh Smile when I piss y'all off Coulda thought a bitch fell off I ain't ever did shit small All a bitch know is big ball Fuck a bitch, get pissed off She gon' holla like a hit dog (bark) I ain't worried 'bout your hoes Don't nobody do it like toe (hol' up, hol' up) Boss bitch out my city Can't another bitch fuck with me (lil' bitch)
Writer(s): Christopher Dotson, Christian Ward, Clifford J. Harris Jr., Malachi Haden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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