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T.I. - Stand Up Guy lyrics
[Intro] Ey, I know you done kicked it with a lot of niggas before But you ain't never kicked it with a nigga like me Hey Hey [Hook] I see ya baby, throw ya hands up high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because the rocks go glisten and the drops on 20's Bend it over let it drop if you wanna roll wit me I say all my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high If you wanna come and kick it with a stand up guy Because it don't get better, niggas don't get cheddar Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater [Verse 1] The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa And she can't stop lookin' I know ya bitch like those And she chose, ain't no question if ya bitch might blow Just get her to the crib and get her whole back so (sore) I'ma blow my dro', I'ma pop my peel Ask anybody wanna take a shot, I will Might see me in a different color drop, hot wheel With the top down low, and the glock concealed I got my hayabusa racing up the block, one wheel If the police try to chase me you know they a done deal I got skills, anybody wanna come test What's in this .45 will be up in yo chest A lot of ladies wanna kick it with a nigga so fresh He could spend a 100k, any day, no stress The watches is insane, the chain is grotesque Stay single if you wanna but you gain no cash [Hook] [Verse 2] If you got a man and you're tired of being there You done gave him too many chances, you're tired of being fair i offer you the opportunity to ride with a player You, me, and a couple of freaks in the ride with a player Never mind those outside, when they stare 'Cause the chrome 24's on the ride give a glare Because of one guy, you decided to share As long as you having the time of your life, who cares Man, we all sinners, what matters is in the center I know god see its hard, and I'm a stand up nigga You can't beat me 'cause you ain't man enough nigga I look him in the eye and tell him man up nigga You really getting money? Throw a grand up nigga Wanna fight? You should've hit me when you ran up nigga Really swift, don't waste a hammer, body slam fuck niggas Go and kick it with the hoes and throw ya hands up with 'em [Hook] [Verse 3] You ain't know me 'cause I live so special Try to stay low key but it's still so special Flat screens in the floor, quarter mil' in the dresser Jewelry box glowing like I loan on treasure I'm chillin' with Vanessa, met a girl named Heather Told her "Hi, how ya doin'? Buy a drink? My pleasure" Told her if she got a home girl go tell her That I got a hard rug, I could go for-ever If Vanessa wanna touch it just let her If she laughed out loud, I'll be shocked if we just met her Bought the dro', get low, and its only one-fifth And it's four peels left, do you wanna come with? [Hook] |
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