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Lyrics:
[T.I. - Verse 1] I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin' I wear their ass out and in the morning take 'em shoppin' Treat a hoe so sweet, they wit' me they spoilt rotten They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption Shawty raw, for, at it all costs Hit the club twice as fly as anybody I saw Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off You can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all? I'm young dumb, cold as they come Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun' Yeah I'm hung but I still get sprung with the tongue F-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come
[Hook] I'm on fire and ice cold A black Benz, a white Rolls Like loose women, and tight clothes Say I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite pyro (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...) I'm dynamite, pyro (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...) I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite, pyro
[T.I. - Verse 2] Rock a bad bitch, you with me, what's there name? who cares? Treat 'em like Twix, I'm coming in pairs Go insane in that p-ssy but I never go fair Yep, ? so rare shawty aint even fair Everywhere you see I be, I get that don't handle my B.I. Money small thing to a giant, Eli G4 flying, I don't never see the kids I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes Dat aint on fire like we is Certified flyer, recognise us where you see us Take no shit, no how, no way We TNT C4, Okaaay
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[T.I. - Verse 2] Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it No matter where you live, I'm the hottest in your city They talking 'bout they balling and their flossing but I live it I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic In the VIP I'm chillin', everythang ice cold Black chicks, ? bitches, Asian broads, white hoes F-ck wit' hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though Purse game insane, shoe game pyscho Black on black, credit card on deck And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard ? in the chain, filled wit' clear stones Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C? I gone
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