We Don't Get Down Like Ya'll Lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
Na na na na na
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey, its been a lot of back and forth over this and that
So I dont pick the bobble no more I just get a fact
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is
Ya'll are lost imma 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 whole dude
See your name drop when nobody knows you
We get them lames out of shakin like we supposed to
My crew we cock the bentley brooklyn and the road too
You gift her roses im the one she brings the rose to
So you say your shinin well i guess im shinin more
So high up im soaring thirty and im like a dinasoar
Cannivor, meet here G's they respect
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet nigga
Haa!!

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Dont call it the coming back
Again ride been from the fed pin
Pull up on them suckers pop the trunk and tell them get in
Thought I lost a step but guess again
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in
Yeah, like we did on my last case
I show you how to make a blessin out of bad breaks
Ay, let me set these niggas ass straight
Whole want there clothes bags losen up fag babe
Them hot pants bad for your prize state
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy
They say its here, but where im from we call it sissy fact

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay, before us there was none
After us no more there will ever be
This the greatest show on earth you will ever see
Still do it for my niggas in the street getting to it
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag
Three four hundred carrots just to make them suckas mad
Back in the side of the winner of every battle
And the best since I was rapping in a rattle word travel
As you comment on the rumors of what have you bewared dude
Prayer cant prepare you how dare you
Disrespect my presence peasents I will tear you
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on
Rolls Royce back seat no grey coupon
A true don, three piece polished suit on
Pee on, see it aint no neon in my new one
Tear the truth on every song I spew on (blaww!!)

[Chorus: B.o.B]
We dont get down like yall
I ball, I do
You talk, im real
You flaw, pussy nigga
We dont get down like yall
Sucka nigga
We dont get down like yall

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