We Don't Get Down Like Y'all

We Don't Get Down Like Y'all Lyrics T.I. feat. B.o.B

[Intro: B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y'all
We don’t get down like y'all
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like y'all

[Verse 1: T.I.]
It’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that
So I don’t kick the bobo no more, I just give the facts
Listen, pimpin’, let me tell you what the business is
Y’all and us I’mma tell you what the difference is
See, we old school, you just old news
We used to move blow, and you just blow dude
See we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew
You run around town, gossip like the hoes do
See you name-drop when nobody knows you
We get them lames out our section like we 'posed to
My crew, we cop the Bentley Brookland and the Roll too
You give her roses I’m the one she bring the rose to
So you say you’re shining, well I guess I’m shining more
So high up, I’m soaring, thirty and I’m like a dinosaur
Carnivore, meat eater, Gs they respect
Me to you like a comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga

[Hook: B.o.B]
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do, you talk
I’m real, you flaw
Pussy nigga, we don’t get down like y'all!
Sucka nigga, we don’t get down like y'all!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Don’t call it a comeback
Again ride Benz from the fed pen
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk and tell ‘em get in
Thought I lost a step well guess again
Back to balling, getting bread, bringing checks in
Yeah, like we did on my last case
I show you how to make a blessing out of bad breaks
Hey, let me set you niggas ass straight
Hoes want their clothes back, listen up fagbait
Them hot pants bad for your prostate
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date
At stores asking for the same size the bitches buy
They say it's hip, but where I'm from we call it sissyfied


[Verse 3: T.I.]
Before us there were none, after us no more there'll ever be
This the greatest show on Earth you ever see
I still do it for my niggas in the streets, getting to it
Blowing money like my nigga, Big Meech used to do it
Say we’re blowing money fast, big old money bag
Three, four hundred cash just to make them suckers mad
Back in the saddle the winner of every battle
Been the best since I was rapping in the rattle, word travel
As you comment on the rumors or what have you
Beware dude, prayer can’t prepare you, how dare you?
Disrespect my presence peasants, I will tear you
A new one, I poop on, your egos and move on
Rolls Royce back seat, no Grey Poupon
A true don, three piece cashmere suit on
Peon, see it ain't no neon on my new ones
Hear the truth on every song I spew on, Bloaw


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