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T.I.]
Don't know how times

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

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

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

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

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

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