[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bitches kissin' and huggin'
Niggas trippin' and buggin'
You watch your mind, I'm on my grind
And I ain't quittin' for nothin'
Tell your mothers and uncles
Brothers, sisters, and cousins
My flow so nasty, deranged
That nigga T.I.P is disgusting
Gotta grip on the game
Quit your pullin' and tuggin'
Cause I ain't clinically sane
I go to pushin' a button
They get to clickin' and bustin'
You get to dippin' and duckin'
They empty clips by the dozen
You come up missin' for nothin'
Hey, I can triple your budget
I'm in the business of hustlin'
If we ain't talkin' about money
I say, "Let's end the discussion"
Hate off my shoulders
I'm brushin'
All the ladies are blushin'
They all love when I fuck 'em
Blacks and Latinas and Russians
Tell 'em be easy no rushin'
Mastered the art of seduction
I let 'em blow me so much head
I can catch a concussion
Seven chicks in the bed
Touchin', lickin', and suckin'
Dick 'em into submission
Then I send 'em to truckin'
Cousin we nothin' alike
You can say what you like
Do all that huffin' and puffin'
Then run away from the fight
