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Hypno
T.I. Lyrics
Hypno Lyrics
Hypno by T.I.
What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the f**k up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Don’t understand my decisions so I don’t need your approval
I’m a motherf**kin’ villain, just like you see in the movie
But still a motherf**kin’ hero, stay lowkey like casino
In [?], pocket full of them C-notes
Backroom full that primo, bad b**ches drinkin’ on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With b**ches thick as Serena, lick it, [?]
I see the line between ’em, man, they ain’t actin’ a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleaners
Two decades straight, a hundrеd shows, a hundred K at the gate
A night, a piеce, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)
[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ b**ch ass
Lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ b**ch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin’ like b**ches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, I been beefin’ with my daughter, man, I’m dealin’ with sh*t
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin’, goin’ killin’ some sh*t
I put my b**ch out like I’m Martin, in my feelings and sh*t
‘Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million, legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
And you know I was trappin’, workin’ at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five, with the iron, on the highway, blowin’ big gas
Lookin’ for me I been suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ b**ch ass
f**k up, I am handling my own motherf**kin’ business
And drama, we ain’t goin’ back and forth ’bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin’, nigga big cap, I won’t listen to ’em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve for ’em
Ain’t never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain’t never gave a damn what a nigga think, f**k ’em
[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
All around the riches and diamond rings
Where real, niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ b**ch ass
Lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ b**ch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin’ like b**ches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Pray on the weed, never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
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