Notice It lyrics

by

T.I.


[Hook]
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this sh*t
Tip on that lean when I pour this sh*t
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this sh*t
Stuff in the bag, we ain't rolling sh*t
You told on your boy, that's some police sh*t
You are all in my field like you no me, sh*t
I'm preaching this sh*t, on some holy sh*t
Whip up my di*k on some blow me sh*t
She had a man, she ain't told me sh*t (Yeah)
Don't need no shooter, I told this sh*t (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this sh*t (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this sh*t

[Verse 1]
You got a schedule to see me, you know I'm important
Run from the police in new pair of Jordans
She say she pray, no I made her abort it
Don't call me no more, 'till we get it sorted
And for the time, you tryna go blind
Shawty pack in, I'm tryna go [??]
Whippin [??], tryna slow down
Sipping this syrup, I need to ease up
Head with the balls and all, the pleaser
We're too rich for whores to teaser
n*ggas too fake in the world, you need us
We don't like it either, my n*ggas believe us
I'ma end up like "f*ck y'all n*ggas"
Bust one move, we'll bust y'all n*ggas
Why dafuq should a n*gga trust y'all n*ggas?
All gas whole ass, I done dust y'all n*ggas

[Hook]
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this sh*t
Tip on that lean when I pour this sh*t
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this sh*t
Stuff in the bag, we ain't rolling sh*t
You told on your boy, that's some police sh*t
You are all in my field like you no me, sh*t
I'm preaching this sh*t, on some holy sh*t
Whip up my di*k on some blow me sh*t
She had a man, she ain't told me sh*t (Yeah)
Don't need no shooter, I told this sh*t (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this sh*t (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this sh*t (Knew it)

[Verse 2]
Whipping this bird with no license and [??]
[??] they biting, I'm blowing up
I got a big booty blonde in my lap, pus*y fantasy strap , she rolling up
Plotting on slowly tried get murdered
I'on't even rap to live, I got work
n*gga I don't need a feature on this, I got bars
See you rap n*ggas are hoes, act like broads (Actin up)
f*ck over n*ggas and f*ck they hoes
b*tch I'm a dawg with a mouth full of gold
I got a passion for fashion, a act
Sipping, I'm dripping, I'm saucy, I'm flashy
My [??] with dope money
Big bank rolls, I'm blowing dope hoes
Scream no squeak, we greet with smoke pouring
We go petite [??] in fish bowls (You know)

[Hook]
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this sh*t
Tip on that lean when I pour this sh*t
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this sh*t
Stuff in the bag, we ain't rolling sh*t
You told on your boy, that's some police sh*t
You are all in my field like you no me, sh*t
I'm preaching this sh*t, on some holy sh*t
Whip up my di*k on some blow me sh*t
She had a man, she ain't told me sh*t (Yeah)
Don't need no shooter, I told this sh*t (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this sh*t (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah, huh)

[Verse 3]
Cubans on cubans, got hunnids on hunnids, I'm sh*tting on n*ggas, they see it now
Jump in this whip, come go with [??], we know your ass ain't a vegan
I'ont know where I should begin
Me and these pus*y ass n*ggas ain't speaking
Rocking this McLaren, rolling this weekend
Don't do know polo, they [??] where we sleeping
Million dollar meeting and wish you could peak-in
You fly on the wall, b*tch I'm the boss
Grand Hustle, latest and greatest, they hating
Live in mansion, and nah I ain't even made it (You know it)
I know these n*ggas some suckers and I know these n*ggas ain't writing they own sh*t
Ain't had no deal in ten year, and I live how I live and I been had my own sh*t (pus*y)

[Hook]
Diamond too big and what not to notice it
These VVS, you know this sh*t
Tip on that lean when I pour this sh*t
Gelato and Cookie, we blow this sh*t
Stuff in the bag, we ain't rolling sh*t
You told on your boy, that's some police sh*t
You are all in my field like you no me, sh*t
I'm preaching this sh*t, on some holy sh*t
Whip up my di*k on some blow me sh*t
She had a man, she ain't told me sh*t (Yeah)
Don't need no shooter, I told this sh*t (Yeah)
Balencia Margeiella, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah)
Grip on my nut like I wrote this sh*t (Yeah)
Knew I would blew up, I spoke this sh*t (Yeah, huh)

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