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T.I.]
Don't how many times

1: King Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney riding with a shotgun
New York, BK, I come from
Now who the in New York? I don't care son
Now who the in New York? I don't care son
You I pull up on your block, 100 round run
out the window with a chopper like I'm Malcolm
Be the outcome, RIP to Doe B, an Alabama one
How many
(Don't know how times)
How rhymes?
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You book me a show, hit your town and I
(Don't how many times)
Fuck the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who fucking with
All of you rappers, who fucking with

T.I.]
Don't know how many
Don't know how many
Don't how many times
Don't know how many

2: T.I.]
How many times I tell you
I you, won't do any time?
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or
AK 47, shoot at the 9
check, we jump through
And run through and by pressing rewind
Sucker, ain't no to ask how I do
please believe me and my shooter, we fine
And all I demand is
You can do that and we
you not be able to
Leave you wet like Moet, nowhere to be
How many must I show you
You get the cane, I'm fucking you over?
It's over, as long as you know it
And from there, the is over

T.I.]
Don't how many times
know how many times
Don't how many times
know how many times

[Verse 3: King & (T.I.(]
How many times will you listen to lies from frivolous guys?
I'm so sick of guys
your funeral we shoot up your repast, turn up on your old ass
(Don't know how times)
How many times will I run up that cash just to up that cash
I can't die with that cash so I spend that fast
With your chick and a buddy, we having a
(Don't how many times)
I don't know why mad at me
Sneak dissing, end up a
(Don't how many times)
arounds looking like battery
Shut up and bow to your
(Don't how many times)
Boss shit, I could get you whacked for
Could you please the back of me
out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling,

T.I.]
Don't know how many
Don't know how many
Don't know how many
Don't know how times