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Utwór I został wydany 8 sierpnia 2012 przez RBC Records jako część albumu ATL Dons
8 sierpnia 2012
WytwórniaRBC Records
JęzykEnglish
BPM70
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

Hello students
Today, we gon' use the ninth letter of the alphabet
Yamean, the letter I
D.E
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hatin' out the corner of my eye
I know that they plottin', I can see it in they eye
But they got me fucked up, they must not know about I
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Shades cover my eyes, still my eyes on the prize
Feet ten toes with my eye to the sky
Bubbas wanna try I, but I don't know why
They got some bad advice, they must not know about I
But I got a hundred rounds aimin' for they eye
OJ made 'em say (AYE!), I'mma make 'em say (AHHHH!)
Gotta get my cake so I'm back to movin' this pie
But I, I wanna break 'em down homie I ain't gon' lie
All that money, all that squirter man I hope he try
I hope he don't be picky, I hope he hurry up and buy
Ask about me in the city, bitch I am the guy
They gon' say I am a hustler, that's somethin' I can't deny
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hatin' out the corner of my eye
I know that they plottin', I can see it in they eye
But they got me fucked up, they must not know about I
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Came from the gutter, I was raised up on butter
On toast, I carried that toast while I was slangin' that butter
For the most part, I'm straight, I owe it all to my mother
Owe it all to my granny, granny was my daddy
I seen my daddy barely, I didn't let that shit deter me
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, I let the streets take care of me
I'm the answer if they question where that money
Go get a shovel, I done stacked a bag of money
Do you know how much money I am sittin' on?
I don't either, I stopped countin' that shit in '97
I think I had a million bucks in 1997
Ain't gon' quit stackin' this shit until I'm 97
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hatin' out the corner of my eye
I know that they plottin', I can see it in they eye
But they got me fucked up, they must not know about I
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
I'm already a star, fuck I need a feature for?
I already fucked her, what the fuck I need a keeper for?
I got several cars on three piece wheels
I got several cribs, I could pick where I wanna live
And let me turn, I could pick what I wanna ride
And break it down, I could pick where I reside
Lil' buddy aight, but lil' buddy ain't I
Speakin' 'bout I, I don't give a fuck about these guys
In these streets I am a giant, tryna dodge the FBI
Get baseball when they talkin' RBI
You **** must not know about I
I am a don, you could never be me
I get money, that's all I see
I can tell you hatin' by the look in your eye
I, I
These **** don't like me, I don't know why
I can see them hatin' out the corner of my eye
I know that they plottin', I can see it in they eye
But they got me fucked up, they must not know about I
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis, Rodney Hill Jr.
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