Name: I'm Illy
Duration: 4 min 6 s
Description: Слушайте песню I'm Illy - T.I. онлайн с альбома Paper Trail в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:06. Год выхода - 2008

Paper Trail

T.I.

56 Bars

Ready For Whatever

On Top Of The World

Live Your Life

Whatever You Like

No Matter What

My Life Your Entertainment

Porn Star

Swing Ya Rag

What Up, What's Haapnin'

Every Chance I Get

Swagga Like Us

I'm Illy

Unknown

Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again

The bullshit I'm addressin', check I'm on some next level shit

Never been fucked in the game I'm celibate

Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with

One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get

Listen let's settle this, be clear I could fall back 7 years

Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me

Caked like Entenmann's, blowin' that celery

Every single thing I ever did was done heavily

Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin' me

Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly

Be standin' on the top still after they bury me

Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it

Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito

You payin' for your foul like a free throw, baow

Now how could a nigga think that he could see me

Other than the magazine covers or the TV?

You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat me

You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low

I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me

Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me

Mouth wide open just beggin' me to skeet, skeet

I'm 6 albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'

The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'

That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons

Shawty he ain't 'bout that really, is he?

Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off

Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y'all

Sick in you' fuckin' mind, you figurin' I'ma fizz off

Minimal injury thought they wishin' me maximum misfortune

Number one hand down, flows paint portraits

Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit

House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door' shit

A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick

Of course this case lost all my endorsements

Tripled up on real estate, still buyin' more shit

But Tip bankrupt accordin' to your sources

I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements

Tore shit up from the lab to the rooftops

Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac

'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me

Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin'

It's all fun and games 'til somebody start butsin'

'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin'

I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin'

Pack your family's bag, move 'em out to Seattle and

We ever cross paths, you'll need ambulance and bandages

You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga

Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really is he?

Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really, is he?

I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this

When I ain't did it that way nigga, fuck you partner

Слушайте песню I'm Illy - T.I. онлайн с альбома Paper Trail в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:06. Год выхода - 2008

I'm Illy

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