paroles de chanson Wit Me - T.I. , 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,
the
bitch
need
a
massage
I
was
born
in
the
drought,
I
hope
I
die
in
yo
mouth
If
you're
a
rat
you
should've
died
as
a
mouse
The
weed
louder
than
the
opera
house,
til
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
stinky
tampon
This
for
my
niggas
back
home,
I'm
so
New
Orleans
regardless
Got
bitches
fallin
like
August
could
sell
bullshit
to
a
tourist
My
bitch
is
badder
than
me,
call
that
Adam
& Eve
I
do
tricks
on
my
skateboard,
not
up
my
sleeve
I
kiss
yo
bitch
on
the
neck,
shoot
your
man
in
the
head
Hit
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
gone
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
(Wit
me,
wit
me,
wit
me,
wit
me)
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)
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
them
Let
me
tell
you
a
little
something
bout
me
I
talk
shit,
bread
like
Muhammad
Ali
Then,
whoop
a
nigga
ass
like
Muhammad
Ali
I'm
throwed,
no
catchin
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
uh
Leave
home
with
no
heat?
Uh
uh
Can
niggas
talk
bullshit
on
records
and
see
him
in
public
And
they
never
do
nothing
You
violator,
demonstrations
I'mma
Put
niggas
up
on
there,
wherever
we
want
I
got
racks
in
my
pocket
right
next
to
my
llamas
I'm
mowin
my
bag,
the
purple
mohana
Get
after
my
girl
and
it's
round
whatever
So
don't
be
struck
down
when
you
seein
me
nigga
Whoever
fuck
with
me
be
smoking
the
Sadie
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
kick
no
niggas
who
be
gossippin
with
me
Lookin
for
yo
bitch
but
she
probably
(wit
me,
wit
me,
wit
me,
wit
me)
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)
Uh,
pussy
money
weed
with
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
booming,
I'm
not
human
My
drop
zoomin,
my
eyes
groomin
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
sparkling
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
gone
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
Hey
Wayne
wait
man,
these
niggas
ain't
true
Julio
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
And
the
head
and
shoulders
of
another
ho
up
in
her
With
the
legs
checkin
out
Is
she
dead?
Just
about
Then
we
rollin
some
loud
and
leave
up
out
the
house
We
leave
up
the
house,
counting
100's
and
50's
And
go
do
a
show
for
250
We
sell
out
arenas
at
hundreds
of
cities
These
niggas
want
trouble?
I'm
bringing
it
with
me
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)
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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