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T.I. – Gumbo Lyrics

Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee, counting cream
It's that cash with that lean, it's that Tink theme
Gumbo (Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)
Gumbo (Gumbo, Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)

I'm C. Wallace, twopocalypse now on every beat
Outlaw, butter rim, you feel my pain on every sheet
Listen, bitch, I got the juice, it ain't about bread, I'm out the loop
Sittin' at these stats, but I'm much taller hoppin' at the crew
Real nigga, I can't speak it if it's not the truth
No, fuck the differences, I'm real and it's that the truth
Nigga chains, say a nigga with the ?
Stealth nigga, like Ironman, just without the suit

Man I got platinum on with yellow gold
An old bitch, a young ho, light skin, dark skin
Mix 'em up, gumbo, yellow drink, purple drink
Kamikaze combo
Menagin' on that molly before I make it to the condo
Them bitch bust it open quick and pronto
In the B, give it here, to the head hancho
Hunch no clock, what y grind, all I get
Get Glock, get guap, I'mma shine on top

Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee, counting cream
It's that cash with that lean, it's that Tink theme
Gumbo (Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)
Gumbo (Gumbo, Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)

It's that gas with that lean
Add that water, make that cream
Put those stunners with them gummers
Gone together, that's my team
Add the molly, bake the bean
Mix that soda with that cola
Break it down, sorta fiend
Run it up by any mean
Got a porter, we can end it
Like Rihanna, gumbo
I'mma put it in the truster
Sprung together, gumbo
It's the wiggle with my claw
Broad day, I don't give no fuck
It's that money with the pastry
You know that heffe? He's a thug

Betta show respect when you talk to a chef
If you want it done right, gotta whip it yoself
Fuck about my kitchen, ain't needin' the help
And if the right get tagged, gotta whip with the left
Got my money shoes on, get some chicks in the weep
And hellyea, I'm tryba beat the best, so I'm chasin' myself
(I'm tryba beat the best, so I'm chasin' myself)
(I'm tryba beat the best, so I'm chasin' myself)

Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee, counting cream
It's that cash with that lean, it's that Tink theme
Gumbo (Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)
Gumbo (Gumbo, Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)

I'm on my paper chasin', I'm on high pursuit
Both of 'em scrubs, and I ain't neva wore a doctor suit
Operating on these beasts like I'm a surgeon
Gucci got me fresh as fuck with no detergent
A bad knee, a bad knee, yea, I be splurgin'
Fast money, I need it quick, I want it urgent
Neva had a 95 because it come slow
I'm eatin' good as blue crabs up in my gumbo

Nevamind me, ain't tryna intervene
I'm just tryna mix that white with that water and that cream
Cook up all the chickens, eat up all the strip
Mix that fish with the strip, Chriss Magetta is what you get

Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee, counting cream
It's that cash with that lean, it's that Tink theme
Gumbo (Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)
Gumbo (Gumbo, Gumbo) Whip it, whip it (Gumbo)
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