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That's All She Wrote (feat. Eminem)

Artist:T.I., Eminem  Album:No Mercy 

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Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said "it's over with" that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote it's stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it Eventually see they can't beat then with me they join Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots it's on the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishing they were this hot > Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off (so) Better that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone High stepping prime time Thought you niggas been on Ain't no blocking my shine Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time I get rich off livin' life, he check the check reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind) Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow "Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote Your staring straight into a barrel of hate Terrible fate, Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed Wait Sarah you're late, your train left. Mascara and eggs smeared on your face Nights over goodbye, hoe I thought that I told ya' the spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over Never shoulda' came within Range of my Rover Shoulda' known i was trouble soon as I rolled up, Any chick who's dumb enough out there I blind fold her, She still comes back to my crib, Must want me to mess with her mind hold up. She must've took me for some high roller. But i won't buy her a soda Unless it's rock n' rye cola. Buy you a bag of fritos I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder. If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya Tryna pull 5 bucks from me is like tryna pulling 5 molars You get your eyes swole up I'm on my straight grizzly So why would i buy you a gay ass teddy bear, bitch, you're already bi-polar Now I don't really care what you call me


Posted By: IMT
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