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  • Текст песни T.I. ft. Eminem - That's All She Wrote

    Исполнитель: T.I. ft. Eminem
    Название песни: That's All She Wrote
    Дата добавления: 15.05.2016 | 13:16:22
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    [Chorus: T.I]
    Now I don't really care what you call me
    Just as long as you don't call me broke
    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 new 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
    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 (so)
    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 knowing, 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,
    You check the check reciting 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 broke
    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 new 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]
    You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
    Not even a Slim chance to make a narrow escape
    Cupid shot his arrow and missed, wait Sarah you're late
    Your train left Mascara and eggs smeared in your face
    Night's over, good bye ho I thought that I told ya
    That spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
    Never should've came within range of my rover
    Should've known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
    Any chick who's dumb enough
    After I blindfold her
    To still come back to the crib
    Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up
    She mistook me for some high roller
    But I won't buy her soda
    Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper)
    Buy you a bag of Fritos?
    I wouldn't let you eat
    The fucking chip on my shoulder
    If you was bleach and I was hair
    I wouldn't die for ya
    Tryna pull 5 bucks from me
    Is like tryna pull five molars
    You'll get your eyes swolled up
    I'm on my straight grizzly
    So why would I buy you
    A gay ass teddy bear bitch?
    You're already bi-polar

    [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, curtain 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, got it pouring in
    Peso, euro, yeah, ah ha,
    I'm paid never gon be broke again
    See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
    Never gon' see me toting anything
    All you gon' see
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