Ain’t I lyrics

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B.o.B


[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ain't I ain't I ain't I
Ain't I ain't I ain't I
Ain't I on some sh*t
Ain't I f*ck your b*tch
Ain't I Grand Hustle
Ain't I f*ck with TIP

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Drama be the DJ
I just spit that sh*t and he gon' bring it back like replay
I come from the east side, run sh*t like a relay
Bunch of Philly killers with me they all look like Freeway
I know what we do is wrong
You can catch me in the hood probably somewhere don't belong
I keep with my tre pound long
And Omelly keep his glit
His clip hold like 33 that's three circles from a brick
On some sh*t, that's your b*tch
No it ain't cause she ours
Pull up to the club we be on Banshees and CRs
Ask about us who we are
I'm a young king I'm wassup
I ain't asking for no ride I made it here all by myself
Come for the belt ya for the ring
Ask your ho I do my thing
I was locked up in the pen but still I shine like I was bling
On the block with that Yao Ming
Tryna move that China white
Ya I grind like I ain't even about to blow like dynamite
I'm that Bull just call me Mike
I change hoes just like they're clothes
I change O's just like they're floors
And keep my money for them hoes
I keep money on re-load
I keep cash up in this stack
I don't even know these lames but yet they Joe me like Jihad
And I just laugh, Joe me like GI
b*tch I'm trying to f*ck you, you keep worrying about TI
Haters they can see I'm all about my BI
b*tch I been on swag [?]
[Verse 2: Nitty]
Ain't I on my job
Lotta n*ggas hate cause we be moving like the mob
My boys in all black
n*gga run his mouth then then n*gga lose his cap
West Philly back block that's where you find me at
State they got my n*gga Dean
I be on promethazine
Show you how we walk them down
No time with them triple beams
I get a jawn break it down let my youngins grind
You see them tres of the meter, and they done with dime
You had your work all week sh*t I hustle mine
I hustle hard, hustle hard I ain't never fine
I just hit a lick, all white bricks
f*ck the drought we be flipping like a light switch
Ask my n*gga [?] he got a [?]
We like a junkyard, we stay with metal sh*t
I can do it right or I can do it wrong
You buy it soft, try to cook it you be losing homes
Neef Buck told me get them where I fit in
The mac look great but its gorgeous with the clip in
And when it start to ripping, n*ggas start to scraping
And dipping, hoping they don't catch it in their biscuit
West side of Philly n*gga that be me
Disrespect and we check 'em like an ACG
They say your green not fire
Your white not oil
You n*ggas at loyal when you shining like foil
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