Bezzle lyrics song by T.I.

Artist :T.I.
Lyrics : Bezzle

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[Intro]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch <i>[3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch{3x}


[T.I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre
(Scarface, OutKast what's happening niggaz) Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like Sammie raised Cee
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me? What dizzy bitches you crazy
You seen with the freak don't think she never paid me
Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make that bitch turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck his dick bring me back my duckets quick
Who you think you fucking with
I'm serious about this pimpin shit
All the niggaz I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take this trick for pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you get your shit
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimp to strong I ain't with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain't seen is this you afford a bitch I can't get
If her eyes on the ride she'll ride for the fuckin... shut the fuck......

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch <i>[3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Shawty saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch <i>[3X]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[MJG]
Hoe track loaded up hot as fire explode it up
M-J-G I know you hoes and been exposed enough
I cross a trick over back a bitch down and post her up
and slam dunk some pimpin in her sister if she close enough

[Eightball]
Look e' here
open up the door and let a crook in here
Grab the mic and weak niggas they tuck they tail and look in fear
As I bust a round with no shells from inside my cell
Lyrics like a concealed weapon sending you bitches straight to hell

[MJG]
Burning up just like in waco texas
Heating up your neckless
Scorching up your afro the devil coming at your
Ass an he hollow-pointed for niggaz who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it

[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin full of smoke n' tinted
Hustle hard for keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love his women stout like that beer Guiness

[Chorus ad libs (T.I.)]

[Bun B]
I came a long way from a posta posta
Till I Cosa Nostra kept the toasta closer
than I'm supposed ta while host approach ya
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip ya hold ya throat cha choke you like i told ya croacha rolled
ya joka light and smoke ya (damn)
Pull my coat off I blessed man just streesed cash
Just still elementary just a glance couldn't learn it earned my passes
Pack pistols just to blast it (blast it)
I blast it it just to prove it (prove it)
I prove the second guessers Mother fuckers get a moving (moving)
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin
Gave my musclin bogarted the meek and the frail but hell I put my trust in
My left and right hand grinding threw the night
I keep my family tight and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the night (and) we haulin' in the white (and) sippin on purple
sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel play the cards they fucking deal
But we ain't sleeping till they free up Pimpin' and that's the fucking
drill

[Chorus to fade]

[Thanks to off_da_chains_6012003@yahoo.com, STLdrkchild@aol.com,
berube@bledsoe.net, BabyBoi8587@comcast.net for correcting these lyrics]

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