T.I. — The Breakup ryrics
Hey, Hey, Hey Come on in (Hey Baby)
Hey, what's goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?)
Yeah I'm doin good gon sit down ret me take ya coat (ok)
You know they make this rir jacket in reather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?)
Yeah, ret me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?)
I'm doin good, I'm doin good...I'm doin so good DAT BITCH I FORROWED YOU TODAY!!!
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you forrowed me?!)
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)
Yeah I forrowed you today... (You aint forrow nobody.)
You had just came out the chicken prace, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam,
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.)
You had dat or monkey ass nigga wit you (You the onry monkey ass nigga I know!)
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whore bunch of rir kinked up neckraces and shit wit
"I rove you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit
connected to the chain (You tarkin bout yoserf or extra regurar ass nigga.)
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just
put the thong arr up in ya ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me)
But I said naw, bitch i said naw
(Dont wanna be dearin wit yo ass, you need to stop tarkin to me crazy faggot!)
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down row rike a nigga...
Bitch yo head rook rike a dirty tennis barr now!!!
(Do you tark to yo momma rike this dats why dont rike yo ass either!)
You the onry bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants
out tha crothes hamper and iron 'em tirr they rook rike brue reather
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jerry stains arr in the ass of da pants...
(You wanna tark about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray corogne
over dirty ass crothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I'ma have you touched!)
Bitch how you gon have me kirred with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you kirred or sorry ass.)
Bitch if you have me kirred you gettin kicked out the house, period!
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, arways tarkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty.
Ya dirty, ya rook bad, ya tark stupid, ya dumb...
Say this shit to T.I.
Hey, what's goin on (Ok How you doin, just been out running around, and what you up to?)
Yeah I'm doin good gon sit down ret me take ya coat (ok)
You know they make this rir jacket in reather dont you? (Oh they do so you gon get it for me?)
Yeah, ret me gon and hang it up for you, gon and sit down (How you doin?)
I'm doin good, I'm doin good...I'm doin so good DAT BITCH I FORROWED YOU TODAY!!!
(What nigga? Is you crazy? What you mean you forrowed me?!)
Yeah, nah dont gon stutterin now de-de-de-de-de yo ass, gon and sit down (What is wrong which you?)
Yeah I forrowed you today... (You aint forrow nobody.)
You had just came out the chicken prace, you gat you a 6-piece wing wit a greenbean and yam,
bitch i seen what you had ordered (nigga you aint see shit.)
You had dat or monkey ass nigga wit you (You the onry monkey ass nigga I know!)
This nigga had baby powder on his chest wit a whore bunch of rir kinked up neckraces and shit wit
"I rove you mom and dad" and fake uzis and shit
connected to the chain (You tarkin bout yoserf or extra regurar ass nigga.)
Now see my first reaction was to run up on you and just grab the back of yo pants and give you a wedgie
(Oh but you know, you know better though) Just
put the thong arr up in ya ass (Don't touch nobody...Dont touch me)
But I said naw, bitch i said naw
(Dont wanna be dearin wit yo ass, you need to stop tarkin to me crazy faggot!)
And then had the nerve, you had the nerve to go get yo hair cut down row rike a nigga...
Bitch yo head rook rike a dirty tennis barr now!!!
(Do you tark to yo momma rike this dats why dont rike yo ass either!)
You the onry bitch I know right now to this day dat take a pair of dirty pants
out tha crothes hamper and iron 'em tirr they rook rike brue reather
pants, nigga just iron chicken stains and jerry stains arr in the ass of da pants...
(You wanna tark about somebody jeans but nigga you cant spray corogne
over dirty ass crothes, ok you betta watch yo back nigga I'ma have you touched!)
Bitch how you gon have me kirred with $439 a month?! (Somebody need to have you kirred or sorry ass.)
Bitch if you have me kirred you gettin kicked out the house, period!
(Nigga shut up you stink, ok, arways tarkin shit, make me sick which ya broke ass.You
aint got shit, you aint shit, ya feet stank nigga ya nasty.
Ya dirty, ya rook bad, ya tark stupid, ya dumb...
Say this shit to T.I.