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24’s Lyrics By T I

    yeah
    for all my real atl niggas thats right
    this the dope boy anthem
    come on

    money hoes cars and clothes
    that’s how all my niggas roll
    blowing dro 4’s
    that’s how all my niggas roll
    money hoes cars and clothes
    that’s how all my niggas roll
    blowing dro 4’s
    that’s how all my niggas roll

    i’m in a droptop chevy with the roof wide open
    my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open
    cause i’ve been dranking and i’ve been smoking
    and flying down 85 but i’m focused
    454 ss i race porsches
    white leather seats as fresh as air forces
    i say i’m doing ’bout a hundred but the track still bumping
    number 8 on nwa straight outta compton
    pull up at your apartment sitting on 0 somethings
    and the dope boys hollering what’s happening the kid running in
    the cliques start dancing and the broads start choosing
    and the cars been parked but the rims keep moving
    sign pictures buy an onion of good and throw the deuces
    i ain’t hollywood i come from the hood i’m used to it
    so if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating
    4 inch dayton’s got the chevrolet skatin’ makin’

    i make a million and i’m satisfied i’ll get the rest
    underaged civilian in the tightest ride i want the best
    i refuse to get a 9 to 5 imma flip my keys
    been paying my dues since ’89 tryna get my cheese
    diamonds gleam when i’m on the scene they know it’s me
    ain’t no dream or no fantasy bitch it’s tip
    broad busting like a baby do a binky
    five karat vvs’s on my mothafuckin’ pinky
    half of hennessy and belvedere’s what we drinking
    pimp squad send for broads what the hell you niggas thinking
    young nigga spending weekends on the islands in the fall
    4 inch rim shining when i’m riding cause i’m balling
    i’m calling out shots like a pool shark
    my tool sparks in the dark when i fool marks
    y’all fools hearts in the wrong place at the wrong time i got a strong mind
    to grab my chrome nine and shoot at your ass for a long time
    but i’mma get that ass hauled off fuck around with the clique
    they’ll be looking for your dick with a stick nigga y’all soft
    so y’all lost i’mma ball out at all costs spit game to a dame
    make her ride on this thang ’til she falls off and sucks balls off i got the

    i’m not boucing little shorty i’m relaxing right now
    i’d probably still be trapping if i wasn’t rapping right now
    bragging about pistols at the house well who’s strapped right now
    keep on talking folk i’ll lay you on your back right now
    want to act right now get smacked right now
    i’m a buck mothafucka i don’t know how to back down
    clown down here fakin’ frontin’ talking bout what you making nothin
    i’m and 0 years deep that shit to me ain’t nothing
    i’m raised by the niggas getting head from the jays
    lose your leg when i spray end up dead from the k
    stay ready for the raid paid heavy from the yay’
    i told my class kiss my ass i make everyday

    Artist: T I

    Year: 2003

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 334