T.I. - Thats All She Wrote (w/ Eminem) | Текст песни

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• Thats All She Wrote (w/ Eminem)

[Chorus: T.I.]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me rude
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 knew 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

[Verse 1: T.I.]
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 than 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
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 receiting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in it's right mind (mind, mind)

[Chorus: T.I.]
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me rude
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 knew I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
"Goodnight it's over with" that's all she wrote

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you
Is never to let these traits trick you
Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit
Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch
Shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you
If I should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns
Like double stick, it's you but fuck it TIP, it's cold
It's chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating farcicals
I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you
Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch
You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you
I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you
So here's a penny for your thoughts
But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle
Fuck it, it's official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue
There's a bombshell, scud missle!
I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you
Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud
Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle
I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle
So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches know as soon as they saw me
It's never me to get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and it's all she wrote

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah life is sure a bitch
But she know I'm rich
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn,