Wit Me
by T.I.

Album: single release only (2013)
Charted: 80
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  • Bitch! Put my dick in 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 bitches 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)
    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'ma
    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, the coppers 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)

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    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)
    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 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 booming, I'm not human
    My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'
    One giant leaf 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 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!) ((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)
    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
    No, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
    Yo T.I., they ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!
    My bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry Writer/s: CLIFFORD HARRIS, CORDALE QUINN, DWAYNE CARTER
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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