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"We Don't Get Down Like Yall"

(feat. B.o.B)

[Hook - B.o.B]

We don't get down like y'all

Na, na, na, na,

Na, na, na, na,

We don't get down like y'all

Sucka nigga, we don't get down like y'all!

[Verse 1: T.I.]

It's been a lot of back and forth over this and that

So I don't pick the bobo no more, I just get it, Fact!

Listen, pimpin', let me tell you what the business here

Y'all know some so I'mma tell you what the difference here

See, we're old school, you're just old news

We used to move blow, and you just blow dude

See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew

You run around town gossip, like the hoe do

See you name-drop when nobody knows you

We get the lames out our sector, like we 'posed to

My crew, we cop the bentley, Brooklyn and the Rolls too

You give her roses I'm the one she bring the rose to

So you say you're shining, well I guess I'm shining more

So high up, I'm soaring, thirty I'm like a dinosaur, carnivore

(Meat) Me year, G they respect,

Me to you like a comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga

[Hook - B.o.B]

We don't get down like y'all

I ball, I do, you talk

I'm real, you flaw

Listen nigga, we don't get down like you!

Sucka nigga, we don't get down like you!

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Don't call it the comeback

Getting right? being from the fed pen

Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk and tell 'em get in!

I thought I lost well guess again

Back to balling, getting bread, bring the checks in

Yeah, like we did on my last case

I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks

Hey, let me set you niggas ass straight

Hoe want there clothes back, loosen up fagbay!

Them hotpants bad for your prostate

Lime green high, pink up dragqueen, hotdate

At stores asking for the same size the bitches buy

they say is hip, but where I'm from we call it sissyfied

[Hook - B.o.B]

We don't get down like y'all

I ball, I do, you talk

I'm real, you flaw

Listen nigga, we don't get down like you!

Sucka nigga, we don't get down like you!

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Before us there was none, after us no more than ever be

This is the greatest show on Earth you ever seen

I still do it for my nigga in the streets, getting into

Blowing money like my nigga, Big Meach just to do it

Say we're blowing money fast, big old money bag

3 /400 cash just to make them suckers mad

Back in the saddle the winner of every battle

Been the best since I was rapping in the rattle, world travel

As you comment on the rumors of what have you beware, dude

Prayer can't prepare you, how dare you?

Disrespect my presence peasants, I will tear you,

A new one, I poop on, your ego is a newborn

Rolls Royce back seat, no great coupon

A true don, Three piece cashmere suit on

Pion, see it ain't no neon on my new ones

Hear the truth on every song I spew on, Bloaw

[Hook - B.o.B]

We don't get down like y'all

I ball, I do, you talk

I'm real, you flaw

Listen nigga, we don't get down like you!

Sucka nigga, we don't get down like you!