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t.i. - wraith lyrics

[intro: t.i.]
yeah
hey man
i got a real short list of sh-t i like to do
ya dig
get money (yeah)
kick sh-t (i just wanna ball, yeah)
that’s the list, n-gga, that’s it

[chorus: t.i.]
i just wanna ball in the wraith
with your broad in the way
and i wanna, i’ma take my shot
i pray to god, is it all in a day
leave your daughter with the papers
f-ck a hater ’til the day i die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
f-ck what them b-tches saying, f-ck what them n-ggas doing
before you were getting going, i was getting to it

[verse 1: t.i.]
put it down, bankrolls in the neighborhood
was catching cases, before i got to get some paper good
lil homie asked me “unc, how do you know you came up?”
i said you deal with less b-tches wearing lace fronts
i don’t like her, feel that way about a lot of rappers
i don’t talk about ’em
most these n-ggas ain’t gon’ bust a grape and they just talking loud
godbody, got a problem, n-gga go to war about it
hm, having problems understanding your logic, man
for four hundred, i’ll take your honey and tour london
get some more money
don’t believe me? well, you a dummy
ain’t no pun intended
military guns in the mansion
ain’t no runnin’ in it
a rubber when i f-cked that b-tch
it ain’t no c-mming in it
since my first album, i been serious
ain’t no funny business
b-tch, ain’t no funny business
no weapon against me shall prosper
but it’s welcome to form
knew from the day i was born i’d perform in the forum
ringing bells and blowing h-rns when my name called
i’m just a self-made n-gga in the wraith though

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i’m a dope boy legend
street i’m reppin
not a stone in a watch, no charm on the necklace
they say i’m reckless, yeah, i might be
don’t give a f-ck about no n-gga who don’t like me
now, if i go to jail today, that b-tch gon’ write me? no
she gon’ f-ck me? no, if a n-gga go broke
i bet a wraith on the super bowl
in the kitchen, super cold
six ounce, four pints, that’s a super stove
before i ever had a plaque and a hit
boy, i bet i had a mac and some bricks
if it’s stars in the wraith, got the t-tles in the safe
got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the case
truck, truck, lambo
guns, guns, ammo
me and black youngsta, back to back cause that’s my fam-o
he a white man, k!ll him
for his sh-t, she want a check for the p-ssy
that’s that out the north sh-t

[verse 3: t.i.]
presidential swag
in the slum with the hairnet
running up a bag, do it for ’em just to p-ss out
dab in my bag, give it to her, wear her -ss out
d-ck game great, give it to her till she p-ss out
this the real caine, add b12, pour baking soda
stretch a quarter out a whole, and no details (no!)
shout to all my n-ggas, who legitimized they figures
now they rich and you just get it out the blue
now he ridin’ in the rolls royce
came out the bottom, now he making more than ol’ boy
always been a hustler, not a robber, i never stole nothing
trappin’, flippin’ work till they come up on a whole one
huh ok, k-i-n-g, can’t deny me
n-ggas still rhymin’ ’bout what we did in the 90’s, n-gga
yeah, see it on my face, dawg
i’m just a real n-gga riding ridin’ under wraith stars

[chorus: t.i.]
i just wanna ball in the wraith
with your broad in the way
and i wanna, i’ma take my shot
i pray to god, it’s all in a day
leave your daughter with the papers
f-ck a hater ’til the day i die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
f-ck what them b-tches saying, f-ck what them n-ggas doing
before you were getting going, i was getting to it
i just wanna ball in the wraith
with your broad in the way
and i wanna, i’ma take my shot (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: dave chappelle and t.i.]
dave chappelle: you gone have to run this back! hold on, one second, tho. god d-mn, n-gga, i wasn’t ready for that!
yo, this gotta make the album
t.i.: mmm, everything i’m playing you is going on the album
dave chappelle: n-gga, this that nitty gritty for the city. that sh-t is what’s up, like.. ding ding ding ding ding ding. beat sound sneaky as sh-t! i like that. i like that

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