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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hell You Saying with the following description: The beat to this track and Iggy’s first verse were previously used by Iggy Azalea in her Boss Lady song in 2012.
  https://twitter.com/IGGYAZALEA/statuses/431527106841825280
  
  DJ Whoo Kid, DJ Skee and DJ MLK are teaming up for a SXSW-inspired mixtape, “SXEW (South by East West).”
  The three veterans have produced a collaborative mixtape that covers all three of their regions. Whoo Kid is giving fans a taste of the project with its lastest release, T.I.’s “Hell You Sayin' (source).Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: T.I]
  All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
  Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin'?
  [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
  I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
  Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
  I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
  Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
  Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
  All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
  My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
  I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
  In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
  Crazy money, insane asylum
  Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
  And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping
  Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
  Changing your currency to dollars
  It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
  Where the pounds at?
  No trending topic [Chorus: T.I]
  All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
  Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin'?
  [Verse 2: T.I.]
  All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
  I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
  Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]
  You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
  Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
  This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
  I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
  Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
  Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
  Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
  Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
  If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
  I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
  Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
  So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
  Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot [Chorus: T.I]
  All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
  Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin'?
  [Verse 3: Young Dro]
  We got them niggas over there dead
  Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
  New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
  Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
  She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
  I had a dick marathon and she ran that
  Lapped that, after that, when her care better
  Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
  Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
  I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
  I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
  By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
  Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
  Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
  I do the impossible like I oughta do
  And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
  Out! [Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]
  I left my passport overseas
  Where it get dark after 3
  Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
  Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
  Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
  Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
  Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
  She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
  Smoke the piece with little coffee
  Fresh as hell, no coffin'
  I let her talk the shit
  Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
  Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
  Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
  Bossin', hit the club they heed caution
  Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
  High as hell, hittin' comets
  I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
  I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
  I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
  [Chorus: T.I]
  All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
  VVS shine like the sun outside
  Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
  Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
  Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
  Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
  Nigga hell you sayin'?