Artist/Band:
T.I.
Lyrics for Song: Kemosable
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - T.I.
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
I said woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
Woa Kemosabe, woa, woa
I blow the check in Follies
I coulda' bought a 'Rari
Pull up in the big body
Valet had to double park it
I'm covered in Versace
I'm Fresh prince, these nigga's Carlton
Flexin' through the projects
Them bitches think I'm 'luminati
My nigga' say fuck a Bugatti
Buy him a Box Chevy on 30's
Straight out the dutty, drink muddy, bitches slutty
Get head so long, she fuck around, caught a concussion
Top off on a foreign
Ballin' like Amar'e
2 bitches and they barbies
1 on lean and 1 on mollies
50 hoes in the lobby
Chain gold and it's Versace
I'm like woa Kemosabe
Big ballin' is my hobby
Top off on that foreign, G4 Jet that boring
Pass me the ball I'm scorin'
Fuck yo bitch she horny
Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird
3 plus 3, that's 6 birds
24 cups, 21 that's 4-5
That's what I keep on my side
If a nigga' tryin'a run up in my house
I'mma blow his ass back outside
And even if the fuck nigga' look wrong
I'mma knock the pussy nigga' cock eye
Me and Doe B show 'em how to rock out
This verse so hot I'm finna hop out
Ain't ball, man I'm finna go beast mode
Dominating here, getting knocked out
I'mma stop now slow it up
Rolled on on my 30's
Ask that bitch, I fucked all her buddies
That ho be lookin' dusty
I bet her pussy musty
50 hoes in the lobby
Chain gold and it's Versace
I'm like woa Kemosabe
Big ballin' is my hobby
I'm like "Whoah Kemosabe"
I started this shit cos that's my hobby
Big Tymer that's my name ho
Versace's on my frame ho
All gold everything
I put that shit on everything
Got a ring on every finger nigga'
Diamonds flooded in this bitch like it's raining nigga'
Bitch on my arm like a singer nigga'
Ha, she might just be a singer nigga'
I do what the fuck I want
And I buy what the fuck I want
50 hoes in the lobby
Chain gold and it's Versace
I'm like woa Kemosabe
Big ballin' is my hobby
Got 'em poppin with my posse, we ballin' like the Cosby's
Ballin's in my bloodline, casa de mi patri
Young god is the prophet, young playa's stackin' profit
I made a quarter million and I never went to college
Say the flow out here is solid, smoking hydro phonics
Even in Japan boy, I get plenty sake
I'm all about the dollar, bitches wanna holler
Bet yo girl got more inside her mouth than just in gossips
And this life is all that I know
Ain't after that, I didn't miss it
And we go hard, these nigga's lip but them ventriloquists whisper
From band hitters on 6, nigga's would kill to get rich
And this Doe B, B.o.B, G.D.O.D, we rich nigga'
Top off on a foreign
Ballin' like Amar'e
2 bitches and they barbies
1 on lean and 1 on mollies
50 hoes in the lobby
Chain gold and it's Versace
I'm like woa Kemosabe
Big ballin' is my hobby
I got foreign whips in my garage
Top down in that SB
I got plane gas and I see y'all
And I match a clique in my ashy
And Hustle Gang we about that action
And all them other pussy nigga's just actin'
And yo gang play, cocaine pay
For everything I got like 30K
I'm still a drug dealer, how you love that?
Love a real nigga', den you love me!
We're out there in the spot, where they selling drugs at
I'mma beat the 60, you can get you 2 or 3
50 corners and Ferrari Californias
Fuckin' with a bitch, you California
Smokin' shit, you did fo' California
Bitch get wrong she gon' get left in California
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