T.I. - Get It Lyrics

(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 b****es who love dat rd

Chorus 2

Come and get it hey cuz I got it b****
Tell and get you know I got It b****

(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 n***as wanna be
Shots so bright I can't see n***as standing right in front of me
These n***as don't want none of me, this rapping shit is fun to me

What I look like beefing wit you n**** 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 n**** 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 ain't bullshitin' folk he'll be out be here hitting folks
Stick around and try to tell polices what he did it fo
Ain't nuttin' he ain't did before other n***as getting so
Blurred wit the p**** and bet some even getting so
Long he ain't funny he got that long money
Naw money you n***as 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
I'ma Westside Bankhead n**** it ain't nothing

Chorus 1 + 2

(Verse 3)

I was raised off Easy, 'Cube, Ice T, 8Ball, MJG, 'Face, Pimp C
I'ma king just believe me, try me when you see me
And n***as start busting like they start busting pushups push a button shot calling n***as 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 n***as 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

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