Текст песни T.I. - Wit Me

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Bitch, put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse, Put my work in yo pussy, bitch, don't cum on the work! Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime, So many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage. I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth, If you're a rat, you shoulda died as a mouse, The weed louder than the opera house till the fat lady sings, Drop codeine in my punch, I'm ‘bout to take a swing. If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin' cap off, I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinkin' tampon. This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless, Got bitches fallin' like August, could sell bullshit to a Taurus. My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam and Eve, I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve, I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head, Get his mama address, then send his parents his head. I play with pussy, not these niggas, Crucify these niggas, Kidnap ‘em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas? Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties, To kill me you gotta die wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Chorus: T.I.] We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Streets wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, She's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, He's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, I'm wit' you! We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Strong wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Gas wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Drank wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Verse 2: T.I.] I ain't never been dumb, my nigga, Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit' it, Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it, Got a K, fuck with us, I'll be sprayin rounds with it. I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch, I swear she know, her legs up high, She spread eagle and then took in my big ego. I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and ‘em, Let me tell you a little somethin' bout me, I talk shit, bred like Muhammad Ali, Then whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali, I'm throwed, no catching me, These niggas in the game so sad to me, I'm sure no one would care if we Just put them out their misery. But no sympathy and no green, uh-huh, Leave home with no heat? Uh-uh. Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public And they never do nothin'. You violator demonstrations, Imma Put niggas up under, wherever we want. I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas, Got more in my bag, a couple more hundreds, Give that to my gunner, they sprayin whatever, So don't reach for that when you seein me, nigga. Whoever fuck with me be smoked in the city, You ready for war, you bout that life really, You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly, See me in Miami, them choppers is wit' me, Don't keep no niggas who be gossippin with me, Lookin for yo bitch but she probably wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Chorus: T.I.] We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Streets wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, She's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, He's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, I'm wit' you! We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Strong wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Gas wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Drank wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, pussy, money, weed wit' me, Before you judge me, I plead guilty, I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter, Just bought a chicken, ‘bout to break it down into chicken tenders. This block boomin', I'm not human, My drop zoomin', my eyes boom, and One giant leap for mankind, I'm high as moon men, how have you been? Gun ain't on my waist, But it ain't that far away, I'm sparklin' like some Chardonnay, Here today, gone today. I play with pussy, not these niggas, Crucify these niggas, Kidnap ‘em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas? Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties, To kill me you gotta die wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Verse 4: T.I.] Hey, Wayne, wait, man, these niggas ain't true, Hold they own on the yard, these niggas can't do, These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune, Got the game locked up, covered every angle, Got the outside, inside, middle lane, too, All sold up, nigga, hold up, nigga. Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up, nigga, Handcuff that bitch when we roll up, nigga, We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her, Head and shoulders of another ho up in her, With the legs hangin out. Is she dead? Just about. Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house, We leave out the house countin 100's and 50's, And go do a show for 250, We sell out arenas in hundreds of cities, These niggas want trouble? I'm bringin it wit' me. [Chorus: T.I.] We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Streets wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, She's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, He's wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, I'm wit' you! We ain't playin, got 100 racks wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, In the van got 100 gat wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Strong wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Gas wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, Drank wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. [Outro: Lil Wayne] They ain't fuckin' wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, No, they ain't fuckin' wit' me, wit' me, wit' me, wit' me. Yo, T.I, They ain't fuckin' with us, pimp! Ahhh!!! My bad, I didn't mean to scream, Sorry!
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