Mike Will Made It - Fighting Words lyrics

[Hook: T.I.] What you talkin' 'bout, ho? Who you talkin' to, n***a? What you talkin' 'bout, ho? Who you talkin' to, n***a? b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho b**h n***a, b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho b**h n***a What you talkin' 'bout, ho? Who you talkin' to, n***a? What you talkin' 'bout, ho? Who you talkin' to, n***a? b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho b**h n***a, b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho Say, you don't like me, n***a? Hit me in my face then Got problem? When you see me n***a, say it then b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho b**h n***a, b**h n***a Punk ho, punk ho Fighting Words! [Verse 1: T.I.] I'm a young n***a in an old school I got new money and an old 'tude O.G.'s salute when I roll through f** n***as ain't beef, they tofu I'm so cool, got a crew of ho's In nobu eating sushi rolls Right after that, we headed back To the condo where they eat kuchi hole I'm stupid ho. Run through the ho You dream about it, I do it, ho Ass fat, face beautiful Throw 'em a sack of twenties They good to go n***as don't fear me, they should though And they can't hear me, they would though If they was up on my plateau, but I'm wacko Bet that ho [Hook: T.I.] What you talking bout ho Who you talking to, n***a What you talking bout ho Who you talking to, n***a b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho What you talking bout ho Who you talking to, n***a What you talking bout ho Who you talking to, n***a b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho You don't like me n***a hit me in my face then Got a problem when you see me n***a, say it then b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho b**h n***a, pump ho, pump ho [Verse 2: Juicy J] Got a rocket in the club and ain't afraid to pop it n***a run your lips I put that barrel to your sockets Haters out here hating cause that flexing never stopping Keep that blue dream in my bomb and the hash for the toppings That n***as all stay on me, so homie don't play with me I keep them bills, I keep that lean, I keep a ak with me A real street n***a, catch me in the streets n***a Got something to hit your chest hard And I ain't talking liquor Don't need no n***a f** rapping n***a talk that sh** I'm blasting That .44 to your face b**h, it's gonna be a closed casket Your whole life is a storyline You ain't gangsters, you n***as lie Make ma**acres like the valentine Turn this club into the columbine [Hook:T.I.] [Verse 3:Trae Tha Truth] Get the f** out in this building Ass hole, f** what you feeling Feel the 48 my wrist cause I'm k**ing Pety n***a run they mouth and I'm stealing Then I hurry a couple of n***as feel it When I jump out the ...but no ceiling With a b**h in the back on that f** sh** I beat it up you can tell it wouldn't heal it You don't like me, what the f** is you talking You can ...b**h it's whatever I don't give a f** you won't get it together ...motherf**er like I was sipping All on a n***a a** like a n***a who tripping ...get this cake Get the whole pot and get out the f** my way ... got a couple n***as that will...b**h I got you