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T.I. FT. MEEK MILL lyrics : "G Season"

[Intro: T.I.]
Okay
Hey man

I'm sucker free, sucker ducker,
Tell all them suckers get the $#&@ out my way, man
You understand?

G Season!

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Told you mother$#&@ers once
Prison ain't change me
All is did was make a ^!$$% crazy, deranged, see?

Psycho, nutso, what I give a $#&@ for?
All I know now is to go out and get it for the gusto
So, $#&@ ^!$$%s $#&@ hoes

He said, she said, ^!$$% and what, so?
$#&@ what they say 'bout my cases
$#&@ what they say 'bout my lady

$#&@ what they said we were doing on that day in visitation
All I care 'bout is my out date and the nature of probation,
how much dough I'm set to make and

where I'm gon' go on vacation
Okay, so that's way to far ahead of me
I'm just tryin' to take it day by day if they would let a G

Freeze
Cop cars by threes
(*##$es call me Papa John cause I keep that extra cheese

Overseas in the sun
Livin' for the fun
In Milan with some (*##$es, probably on a yacht

When will it don on 'em I'm a don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blonde
I'm the bomb?

Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' %#@!
^!$$% ask about me, homie
I suggest you tell him this:


[Hook]
I'm sucker ducking

I'm sucker free
You ain't a G
Don't $#&@ with me

Them sucker ^!$$%s out of style
G Season!
Them sucker ^!$$%s out of style

G Season!

[Verse 2: T.I.]

My best flow's too cold
The jet bring it out
But go to talkin' crazy and you'll get yourself singled out

Half a million bucks'll pack a whole arena out
Being a sucker I don't know the first thing about
You getting' seen, about to cover up your face

Like a volcano, have lava runnin' out your face
Hey, if your $$# out of place
You'll find the weapons they took away, I replaced

What can I say? Another year, another case
Another sentence completed, I'm confidant and conceited
I'm sucker free, sucker ducker, so tell them suckers to beat it

Don't $#&@ with me, buster, trust me, your future will be deleted
Such a G, no touchin' me, luckily I defeated the odds
Alhamdulillah and glory to God

And I ain't even Islamic, so sick when I vomit
Just throw me a mil' or two and that ought to settle my stomach
Box of money, he done it

Call me Mr. He Run It
These ^!$$%s ain't really 'bout it
They jevi-speakin' ebonics

I'm nothing short of iconic
Promise you you don't want it
Strong as gin and tonic

My left you won't see it coming
And my right you'll be running from it
If I catch you with it, you done

I'mma keep it a hundred
You'd better get you a gun
Word is bond, real talk
Do my dirt all by my lonely 'cause them suckers will talk


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Pet plates on my Aston Martin, (*##$, I'm ballin'
Killin' all my haters, tell your mama pick a coffin

Hundred rounds, shorty, I've just got to pick a target
My name on that flyer, watch the party get !@$!ed
And I go crazy in that (*##$, dressed like Baby in that (*##$
Got your lady on my dick 'cause I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that (*##$

Start eating, just throw a party like they pay me for that %#@!
Hold up!
Started in the back now I'm that ^!$$% in the front
Shorty want the real and I'mma give her what she want
OG ^!$$%, you can put it in the blunt

And all the baddest (*##$es, I'mma hit 'em from the front
Just to see the faces on her when a ^!$$% lay it on her
Man, who taught you to ride a dick?
I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy!
These (*##$es thirsty!

I'm intro mercy she kissin' on the Hershey
We in this (*##$
I'm sucker ducking
I'm sucker free
Is that your main (*##$?
She $#&@ing me
I don't $#&@ with ^!$$%s

I'm a $#&@in' G
It's Meek Milly
C-I $#&@in' P

[Hook]

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