Propane

It’s the King Bitch

T.I.

歌词

Wow(yea) look at all this money(I see it)

I bet you like how that hits your forehead huh?(its the king partna)

Doe money , street money

I'm a boss bitch

I tell you what...

Chorus: I'm on a tour an exotic dreams (dreams)

From club to club Im making it rain(rain)

Im here so much that yall know my name

I'm so on fire they call me Mr.Propane

Me and my three amigos to magic city we go

We know all this money

We throw we gone probably bruise some egos

And all this louie v so fly

Look like we moving kilos

Came with three chicks and

Left with two or three more

Verse: ha ha aha

50 large and a rubber band

Pick a bunch of broads and let em dance and let em stand to the side or what ever man

Some light some dark some cinnamon(i like you)

I bought a bottle from the bar like a gentlemen four door five more i can get them in

Man haters in the corner like whatever man can go where ever man seen me where we can rain on the weather man

Chorus:

Chorus: I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)

From club to club Im making it rain(rain)

Im here so much that yall know my name

I'm so on fire they call me Mr.Propane

(its the king bi*tch)

Verse:

Okay ready set fall

Sack this tall

Picks six chicks tell em drop

Them draws

Yea i like them too but i gotta get yall

Why shoulda pick and choose when i can just get em all

Let them fat cats eat my big dog i be in waitin the parking lot just call in a drop top ghetto drop then fall

Looking hot enough to get ya lot pissed off im so fly im so raw to the point that it seens like im fronting and showing off remember i told yall im out of control yall

Im wanting to blow yall these hundreds I throw braws

You can have that i give theses playa haters something to be mad at I laugh at it yo guard of the night life hit me on the right night neck full of nice ice fucking up ya eye sight

Chorus: I'm on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)

From club to club Im making it rain(rain)

Im here so much that yall know my name

I'm so on fire call me Mr.Propane

Drive:

Gutter pulling

Money's nothing

See theses haters

Show them something

Squad on deck we'll

Bang your head don't

Get it twisted you heard