Pyro Lyrics - Trouble Man - T.i.

I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin' 

I wear their ass out and in the morning take 'em shoppin' 

Treat a hoe so sweet, they get wit' me they spoilt rotten 

They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption 

Shawty raw, ball, out at all costs 

Hit the club twice as fly as anybody I saw 

Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off 

You can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all jaw 

I'm young dumb, cold as they come 

Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun' 

Yeah I'm hung but I still get sprung with the tongue 

F-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come 

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I'm on fire and ice cold 

A black Benz, a white Rolls 

Like loose women, and tight clothes 

Say I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite pyro 

(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang.) 

I'm dynamite, pyro 

(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang.) 

I'm the bomb bitch, I'm dynamite, pyro 

Rock a bad bitch, you with me, whats there name? who cares? 

Treat 'em like Twix, I'm coming in pairs 

Go insane in that p-ssy but I never go fair 

Yep, veneer so rare shawty aint even fair 

Everywhere you see I be, I get that don't handle my B.I. 

Money small thing to a giant, Eli 

G4 flying, I don't never see the kiosk 

I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes 

Dat aint on fire like we is 

Certified flyer, recognise us where you see us 

Take no shit, no how, no way 

We TNT C4, Okaaay 

Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it 

No matter where you live, I'm the hottest in your city 

They talking 'bout they balling and their flossing but I live it 

I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic 

In the VIP I'm chillin', everythang ice cold 

Black chicks, Latin bitches, Asian broads, white hoes 

F-ck wit' hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though 

Purse game insane, shoe game pyscho 

Black on black, credit card on deck 

And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard, flexin 

V.S. is in the chain, filled wit' clear stones 

Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C? 

I'm gone