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Home - T - T.I. - Album King (2006) Lyrics Paroles Sonnerie
T.I. - King Back
T.I. - Front Back
T.I. - What You Know
T.I. - I'M Talkin' To You
T.I. - Live In The Sky
T.I. - Ride Wit Me
T.I. - The Breakup
T.I. - Why You Wanna
T.I. - Get It
T.I. - Top Back
T.I. - I'M Straight
T.I. - Undertaker
T.I. - Stand Up Guy
T.I. - You Know Who 
T.I. - Goodlife
T.I. - Hello
T.I. - Told You So
T.I. - Bankhead

The Breakup
Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby) 
Hey, what's goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?) 
Yeah I'm doin good gon sit down let me take ya coat (ok) 
You know they make this lil jacket in leather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?) 
Yeah, let me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?) 
I'm doin good, I'm doin good...I'm doin so good DAT BITCH I FOLLOWED YOU TODAY!!! 
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you followed me?!) 
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?) 
Yeah I followed you today... (You aint follow nobody.) 
You had just came out the chicken place, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam, 
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.) 
You had dat ol monkey ass nigga wit you (You the only monkey ass nigga I know!) 
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whole bunch of lil kinked up necklaces and shit wit 
"I love you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit 
connected to the chain (You talkin bout yoself ol extra regular ass nigga.) 
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie 
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just 
put the thong all up in ya ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me) 
But I said naw, bitch i said naw 
(Dont wanna be dealin wit yo ass, you need to stop talkin to me crazy faggot!) 
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down low like a nigga... 
Bitch yo head look like a dirty tennis ball now!!! 
(Do you talk to yo momma like this dats why dont like yo ass either!) 
You the only bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants 
out tha clothes hamper and iron 'em till they look like blue leather 
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jelly stains all in the ass of da pants... 
(You wanna talk about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray cologne 
over dirty ass clothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I'ma have you touched!) 
Bitch how you gon have me killed with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you killed ol sorry ass.) 
Bitch if you have me killed you gettin kicked out the house, period! 
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, always talkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You 
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty. 
Ya dirty, ya look bad, ya talk stupid, ya dumb... 
Say this shit to T.I.

Get It
[Swizz Beats]
The kings back

[T.I. chorus]
I got that get it get it 
I got that get it what you need
From soft parts to trees got that get it what you need
I got that get it 
I got that get it what you need
From dope boyz and bitches who love dat rd

[Chorus 2]
Come and get it hey cuz I got it bitch 
Tell and get you know I got It bitch

[Verse 1]
I got my broads if u want em
On the C.O.D please 5 g’s
I don’t promise but I got good numbers
Tote 2 thunder, sat that lumber
Got that guacamole holy moly you don’t know me
See me clean as I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be
Shots so bright I can’t see niggas standing right in front of me
These niggas don’t want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me
What I look like beefing wit you nigga yousa son to me
Move weight out to Georgia get it cross the water
Rive that shit to New York coming all the way from Florida
Dope boy trap nigga that’s what they call em
Summer time balla when I buy the mall up

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 2]
Mighta seen me getting gas at the Citgo and he sit the six low
Riding right beside a 45 and what its hitting fo
Shawty aint bullshitin folk he’ll be out be here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Aint nuttin he aint did before other niggas getting so 
Blurred wit the pussy and bet some even getting so
Long he aint funny he got that long money
Naw money you niggas barely got hit the mall money
I’m the perfect example of how to hit the ground running
From the trap to busting up how the underground stunting
So you still see me down at the underground stunting 
Ima Westside Bankhead nigga it aint nothing

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Verse 3]
I was raised off Easy, ‘Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, ‘Face, Pimp C
Ima king just believe me, try me when you see me
And niggas start busting like they start busting pushups push a
Button shot calling niggas not balling
Just doing a lotta loud mouthing and not dogging
I got the shit locked from Atlanta to New Orleans 
Virginia Mississippi Kentucky I run all dat
You niggas better fall back, boy grab a ball bat
Take it to ya skull, dats gone be the end of all dat
Insist on having problems, bet dis revolver will solve dat
Hit em in the temple then I leave em where they fall at

[Chorus 1 + 2]
 

Ride Wit Me
[Intro] 
Let's get it homeboy! 
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man! 
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? 
King of the South! Hey! 
Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga 
BANKHEAD!!
[T.I. over Intro] 
Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute 
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey! 
Y'all ready know what it is, aye.. 
We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin' 
We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga 
C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight?
[Chorus] 
Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at 
Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at 
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at 
Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at 
Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at 
Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at 
Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G 
All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G
[T.I.] 
See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door
Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for 
I'm touchy folk, anytime they try Grand Hustle folk 
Unpleasant folk, what the fuck they arguin' plus and cussin' for? 
You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat 
I'm rugged though, rather spend somethin' on an ugly folk 
Well-known flow, man I got this shit from ? 
Rather be goin' home insteada hearin' his own fo' 
A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome blow 
TIP pop out the roof and really up and hardly harmful 
Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for 
Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go 
Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo 
You try to jack and pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto 
King of the South, every hood's head honcho 
I'm Westside certified, go run a fuckin' hood yo
[Chorus]
[T.I.] 
I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet 
You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ 
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave 
Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat 
You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s'posed to be? 
Mechanical and summer hill is on three that roll wit' me 
No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me? 
I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me 
Kick it wit' the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man 
Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen nare 
Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and me now 
You don't know how to slap a nigga dead, keep a clean hand 
Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram 
From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam 
These 26's keep the attention of bitches 
Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it 
[Chorus]
[T.I.] 
Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G 
Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G 
Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G 
Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G 
California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G 
Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G 
Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G 
Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G
[Chorus]


Why You Wanna
[Intro] 
Hey T.I.P pimpin 
Hey shorty why you gotta act like that, I'm sayin 
I'm just tryin to be nice to you
[Chorus] 
Go and tell a nigga no, wit a ass so fat 
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma 
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that 
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that 
In a relationship been faithful to a nigga so whack
Hey why you wanna go and do that lil momma 
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that, do that 
Hey-Hey why you wanna go and do that-that-that..aye-aye 
[T.I.] 
Can't help but notice how you glowing, I can see in yo face 
Now I just wonder if he know he close to being replaced 
Swear I treat you like a queen you put me in his place 
So you can give back his ring and the key to his place 
Tell the nigga one thing that you need yo space 
Selling niggaz is one thing you don't need to chase 
I wanna kiss you everywhere between yo knees and waist 
Hear the sounds that you makin, get yo knees to shake 
Holla at me in the A, you feel you need to escape 
I gotta mansion and a gate, you wit me you safe 
A Benz, a Phantom and a truck wit 23's the case 
600 Gz in the safe, how much cheese it take? 
This a chance you need to take, ain't no need to wait 
Say the word we can leave today, this song's special 
And it feel like faith, make a mistake 
How the same thing making you say I'm making you stay
[Chorus] 
[T.I.] 
I can't touch you like that, and make you make you feel like this 
Holla if you came back and it's still like this 
Do he hit it from the back and make you feel it yo chest 
Take advantage of what your concealing in yo dress 
What, he think he too fresh to show that you the best 
Compliment you on your hair and legs and treat you wit respect 
Give you sex till you sweat, tongue kissing on yo neck 
It's been awhile since she got it like this I bet 
I can tell you ain't just another bitch I met 
Ain't nobody got me open like this, not yet 
You confused ain't decided which way you should go yet 
So how you keep sayin no with yo panties so wet
[Chorus]
[T.I.] 
This nigga playing mind games man 
I think the time came, that you mind changed you understand 
Life is like a chess move, you need to make yo next move 
Yo best move, keep it pimpin' you understand...hey 
I mean you know what I'm sayin I don showed you how I feel 
You know what I'm sayin, I put myself all the way out there you know 
The ball in yo court man, but I just got a question for you... 
Is you happy??
[Chorus]
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