T.I. - Hell You Sayin (ft. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott) (Lyrics - Paroles)

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T.I. - Hell You Sayin (ft. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott) (Lyrics - Paroles)

T.I. - Hell You Sayin (ft. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott) (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Hook:]

All we really know is keep pimpin, all we do is get fly

VVS shine the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain’t getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafvckin liar

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you thought? Fvck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you talkin bout? Fvck you talkin bout?

Nigga hell you sayin?

[Verse:]

Make it rain there, it’s a drought for you

Yall ain’t cruise at my altitude

I’m a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors

Yea you talkin shit but now that’s true

Million dollar miss, get my money pilin

All love to the hate it’s like 1000$

And I go on it like a broken faucet

On a lean loud gonna have some projects

In the though, makin bank deposits

Crazy money, I’m stuntin solid

Boss chick’s got a text file

And I blow the rest, my money set shoppin

Amsterdam, drummin even higher

Changin yo coat into the dollars

And tell yo bitch that this boss shit

Where the pimps at? No tramps at

[Hook:]

All we really know is keep pimpin, all we do is get fly

VVS shine the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain’t getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafvckin liar

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you thought? Fvck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you talkin bout? Fvck you talkin bout?

Nigga hell you sayin?

[Verse:]

I’m talkin money, ya ain’t got it ain’t nothin

I’m on the grind shinin like the elevator boy

I’m on the top nigga list, call me EL hunned

You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy

Bein broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy

Yo nigga say he doin numbers, where yo math at buddy?

I’m in this muthafvcker, sucka can’t unplug it

Fvckin muthafvckin loud, try takin something from me

Bitch I’m plugged to the max, panned up for a pack

Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back

Break it down and I don’t sell quarters of those

If I ain’t got it on me get some mo at the sto

I know 1000 muthafvckin niggas in the city

Say true bout you, Shawty anybody get it

Supposed you get throwed by trap by 80

Just know Hustle Gang get a hell lot nigga

[Hook:]

All we really know is keep pimpin, all we do is get fly

VVS shine the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain’t getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafvckin liar

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you thought? Fvck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you talkin bout? Fvck you talkin bout?

Nigga hell you sayin?

[Verse:]

We got them niggas over that deal

Coupe Benz, no roof, I’m way out here

New shoes, you ain’t got that Perrier

You ball late, cut me on cus I have that

Push it in the driveway, tryna fix it out back

I had this big marathon and she ran that

Loud that, alphabet where I carried that

Killed her with the pole then let her hang out back

Fvck them, see I’m hoppin out of foreign cars

I’m a born star and I’m a porn star

I catch you slippin with triggers and really hit a nigga

By myself, I ain’t gotta go get a nigga

Track Biggie, on track verbally killin niggas

Sick flow, might need penicillin nigga

I do the impossible like I ought to do

And yall pussy niggas smaller than a molecule

Out!

I left my passport overseas

You ain’t get dark after 3

Never leave the house unless I’m off of three

Always leave the show with something soft to squeeze

Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this

Then she reached down my pants grabbed my shaggy dick

Leave that muthefvcka home covered in my kids

She bossin

Get this grip straight flossin

Smoke the piece with little coffee

Fresh as hell, no coffin

I let her talk the shit

Leave the crib, can’t walk the shit

Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit

Mind so big getting lost and shit

Bossin, hit the club they hear caution

Drunk as hell feelin noxious

High as hell, eatin commas

I’m Ronjy, yo niggas rock Givenchy

I ain’t gotta say I ain’t gotta a way

I ain’t gotta pay cus you know it don’t cost me

[Hook:]

All we really know is keep pimpin, all we do is get fly

VVS shine the sun outside

Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain’t getting to the money tell that nigga he a muthafvckin liar

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you thought? Fvck you thought?

Nigga hell you sayin? Nigga hell you sayin?

Fvck you talkin bout? Fvck you talkin bout?

Nigga hell you sayin?

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T.I.

Titre: Hell You Sayin
Featuring(s): Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott
Tags : T.I., Iggy Azalea, Young Dro , Travi$ Scott,
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