Artist: T.I. Album: Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head Song: Like That * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * iTunes bonus track [Intro: T.I.] Yeah... I think I know what they like They want that, yeah They want that, they like that Yeah, I think I know what they like They want that, they on that, they on that Yea, yea, yea, yea [Chorus: T.I.] They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where ya from shit That gang bangin, rag hangin, what you claimin crunk shit (HEY!) They like that (HEY!) They on that (HEY!) They like that (HEY!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flippin dope boy trap nigga shit (HEY!) Yeah they like that (HEY!) They on that (HEY!) They like that, yeahhh (HEY!) They want that [T.I.] They want banana clippin, chicken flippin, pistol grippin roll out Music do that shit so good cause that's the shit I know 'bout Money over everybody, trappin when it's cold out Give me mine grind then go shine 'til I'm sold out (Pow) Keep a K and some yay' No hesitation, I'll spray whoever in a nigga way O's of that haze only thing a nigga blaze Gang bangers in J's in projects where a nigga stay In my baby mama Section-8 apartment Okay now everybody know me bitch I'm hot If you want it hoe I got it, you can fuck with me or not Still ridin 24's, pockets full of cheddar now If you trappin I'll be out soon as I handle my B-I I'm tryin to dodge the FBI, who knew one day I'd be T.I. Chevy sittin real high, same clothes still fly That's the shit them young niggaz out there wanna hear about [Chorus] [T.I.] Gangsta walkin, see me approach with caution Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hangin off it Fuck them niggaz who be talkin, they can get it if they want it Still hangin on the corner, slang crack and marijuana Ahh (ahh) still the man in my trap Disappeared from the Feds, they ran in my trap Took a half-ki', hundred grand, and my strap Only thing I got now is the 9 in my lap Better double, triple it, whip it, get it to sellin Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to tellin Magician with it Magellan, already a felon Ain't even fired up the 'dro and they already can smell it Wee hours of the morn' I'ma hustle 'til it's all gone Nigga better recognize my grind Bankroll over all, never mind my shine If ya bangin let me see your gang sign one time [Chorus] [T.I.] Trap nigga, know I spent my whole life in that shit And still ridin with me cause they like that shit Yeah they like that (HEY!) Okay, they on that (HEY!) They like that, yeahhh (HEY!) They want that Spit it how I used to live it, I ain't writin that shit Like I'm right in that shit, that's why they like that shit, hey (HEY!) Yeah they like that (HEY!) They on that (HEY!) They like that, yeahhh (HEY!) They want that [Chorus] [Outro: T.I.] Trouble Man in this muh'fucker partner Dope boys stand up, trap niggaz what's happenin? Yeahhh, Bankhead's own, A-Town's very best nigga Yeah, it's the King, BITCH! Okay, Hustle Gang nigga G.D.O.D. - Get Dough Or Die nigga You don't like it nigga beat me at a bankroll nigga Yeah, rubber bands on these motherfuckers BOW! Nigga what you gon' do about me? Yeah~!