paroles de chanson We Don't Get Down Like Yall - T.I. feat. B. O. B
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Na
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na
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na
na
Na
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Na
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We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Sucka
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Hey,
its
been
a
lot
of
back
and
forth
over
this
and
that
So
I
don't
pick
the
bobble
no
more
I
just
get
a
fact
Listen
pimpin',
let
me
tell
you
what
the
business
is
Y'all
are
lost
imma
tell
you
what
the
difference
is
See
we
old
school,
you
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
your
name
drop
when
nobody
knows
you
We
get
them
lames
out
our
section
like
we
supposed
to
My
crew
we
cop
the
Bentley,
Brooklyn
and
the
Rolls
too
You
give
her
roses
I'm
the
one
she
brings
the
rose
to
So
you
say
your
shinin'
well
i
guess
I'm
shinin'
more
So
high
up
I'm
soaring
thirty
and
I'm
like
a
dinosaur
Carnivore,
meat
eater,
G's
they
respect
Me
to
you
like
comparing
a
vet
to
a
cadet
nigga
Haa!!
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
I
ball,
I
do
You
talk,
I'm
real
You
flaw,
pussy
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Sucka
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Don't
call
it
a
comeback
Again
ride
been
from
the
fed
pen
Pull
up
on
them
suckers
pop
the
trunk
and
tell
them
get
in
Huh,
thought
I
lost
a
step
but
guess
again
Back
to
ballin',
getting
bread,
bringing
checks
in
Yeah,
like
we
did
on
my
last
case
I
show
you
how
to
make
a
blessing
out
of
bad
breaks
Let
me
set
these
niggas
ass
straight
Hoe
want
there
cloth
bags
loosen
up
fag
babe
Them
hot
pants
bad
for
your
prostate
Lime
green,
hot
pink,
a
drag
queen
hot
date
In
stores
asking
for
the
same
size
the
bitches
buy
They
say
its
hip,
but
where
I'm
from
we
call
it
sissified
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
I
ball,
I
do
You
talk,
I'm
real
You
flaw,
pussy
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Sucka
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Ay,
before
us
there
was
none
After
us
no
more
they'll
ever
be
This
the
greatest
show
on
earth
you'll
ever
see
I
still
do
it
for
my
niggas
in
the
streets
getting
to
it
Blowing
money
like
my
nigga
Big
Meech
used
to
do
it
Say
we
blowing
money
fast,
big
old
money
bag
Three,
four
hundred
carats
just
to
make
them
sucka's
mad
Back
in
the
saddle
the
winner
of
every
battle
Been
the
best
since
I
was
rapping
in
a
rattle
word
travel
As
you
comment
on
the
rumors
of
what
have
you
bewared
dude
Prayer
cant
prepare
you
how
dare
you
Disrespect
my
presence,
peasants
I
will
tear
you
A
new
one,
I
poop
on
your
egos
and
move
on
Rolls
Royce
back
seat,
no
grey
poupon
A
true
don,
three
piece
Paul
Smith
suit
on
Pion,
see
it
ain't
no
neon
in
my
new
one
Tear
the
truth
on
every
song
I
spew
on
(blaww!!)
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
I
ball,
I
do
You
talk,
I'm
real
You
flaw,
pussy
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
Sucka
nigga
We
don't
get
down
like
y'all
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