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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Tokyo Jetz
Tokyo Jetz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aye YB
Aye YB
Songwriter
Shauntrell Pender
Shauntrell Pender
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aye YB
Aye YB
Producer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't never did shit small
All a **** know is big ball
Fuck a ****, get pissed off
Now I holla like a hit dog, yeah
Yeah, ain't nobody did it like this
Don't nobody do it like King, yeah
Yeah, the biggest my city done seen
Anything else obscene
[Verse 2]
Boy, you know a K.I.N.G.
You a peon next to me
It'll be over 'fore you see
Then he on the same thing I be on
Crankshaft body with your name up in neon
I'm turnt way beyond
Bentley full of bitches off of Ponce De Leon
Never thrown on the really, boy, you better chilly
Before I hit you in your left eye, I put that on Tionne
[Verse 3]
All I done is all I know
Represent dope boys, kicked down doors
Most of y'all **** wouldn't have a chance right now
If Rubber Band Man ain't dominate in '04
Lemme sell my blow and evade po-po
Now I'm doing big business, cash, no mortgage
Buy a big building, had foreclosures
More money more problems, boy your ass sure told it
[Verse 4]
I ain't never did shit small
All a **** know is big ball
Fuck a ****, get pissed off
Now I holla like a hit dog, yeah
Yeah, ain't nobody did it like this
Don't nobody do it like King, yeah
Yeah, the biggest my city done seen
Anything else obscene
[Verse 5]
Hey, hey, y'all ain't never did shit
Live that, with all due respect to the other side
Yeah you fuck **** gettin' money
But they hoes, you can catch 'em with them other guys
Since a lil' bitch got respect, hell nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout a lil' bit
Never fucked a **** for a check or a tool
Made a problem, baby mamas and they **** come with the lil' dick
Aint' no bitch comin' after me, just a lil' bitch
Knockoff, beat down, never did shit small
Body go, same hoe talkin' in the group chat
Worry 'bout my old shit, bitch, this a new rack
[Verse 6]
Ride through, top off, move wrong, knocked out
Two words, boss bitch, attitude, talk shit
New spark, run it back, pussy smell rich, fresh
Smile when I piss y'all off
Coulda thought a bitch fell off
I ain't never did shit small
All a bitch know is big ball
Fuck a bitch, get pissed off
She gon' holla like a hit dog
I ain't worried 'bout y'all hoes
Don't nobody do it like To'
Boss bitch out my city
Can't another bitch fuck with me, lil' bitch
Written by: Aye YB, Christian Ward, Clifford J. Harris, Jr., Shauntrell Pender
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