ebana v rot naxui x3 - That’s All She Wrote (Prod. By Dr. Luke) | Текст песни

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• ebana v rot naxui x3
• That’s All She Wrote (Prod. By Dr. Luke)

[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