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T.I.]
Don't know how many

[Verse 1: Louie & (T.I.)]
Coney riding with a shotgun
New York, BK, I come from
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't son
Now who the hottest in New York? I don't son
You know I pull up on block, 100 round run
Looking out the window with a chopper like I'm
Be the outcome, RIP to Doe B, an Alabama one
How many
(Don't how many times)
How rhymes?
You pay me a verse, 200 a
You book me a show, hit your and I shine
(Don't know how times)
with the Hustle, get ready to die
All of you rappers, who fucking 5ive?
All of you rappers, who fucking with

T.I.]
Don't how many times
Don't know how many
Don't know how many
Don't how many times

2: T.I.]
How many must I tell you
I shoot you, do any time?
Carbons, ARs, and 45s or
AK 47, won't at the 9
Head check, we through
And run through and replace by rewind
Sucker, no need to ask how I do
Just please me and my shooter, we fine
And all I demand is
You can do that and we
Shit you not be to
Leave you wet like Moet, nowhere to be
How many must I show you
You gon' get the cane, I'm fucking you
It's over, as long as you know it
And there, the decision is over

T.I.]
Don't how many times
Don't know how times
Don't know how many
Don't know how times

[Verse 3: Louie & (T.I.(]
How many times will you listen to lies these frivolous guys?
I'm so sick of guys
After your funeral we shoot up your repast, up on your old ass
(Don't how many times)
How many will I run up that cash just to fuck up that cash
I can't die with that cash so I spend cash fast
With your and a buddy, we having a blast
(Don't know how times)
I know why haters mad at me
dissing, end up a casualty
(Don't how many times)
Hang looking like battery
Shut up and bow to majesty
(Don't know how times)
Boss shit, I get you whacked for free
Could you excuse the back of me
out my mama, she had a G
Picture me rolling,

T.I.]
Don't how many times
know how many times
Don't know how many
Don't know how many