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T.I.

Hip Hop

Wit Me (Feat. Lil Wayne)

T.I.

[Verse:]
Bitch
Put my dick on your face
Put my gun in your purse
Put my work in your pussy
Bitch donít cum on the work
Pass the weed to your slime
These niggers greener then lime
So many knots in my pockets
These bitches need a massage
I was born in the drought
I hope i die in your mouth
If your a rat you should of died as a mouse
The weed louder then the opera house
Till the fat lady sing
Drop codeine in my punch
Iím bout to take a swing
If niggas thinking im soft
I knock your thinking cap off
I get blood out these pussys
Iím a stinking tampon
This for my nigga back home
Iím so new orleans regardless
Got bitches fallen like august
Cause that bullshit to a tauraus
My bitches badder then me
Call that adam and eve
I do tricks on my skateboard
Not up my sleeve
I kiss your bitch on her neck
Shoot your man in the head
Get his mamas address
Then send his parents his head
I play with pussy not these niggas
Crucifie these niggas
Kidnap em call there boss and ask em who gonna buy these niggas
Got lil wayne on her ass
Lil tunchi on her titties to kill me you gotta die
Wit me wit me wit me wit me

[Hook:]
We ainít 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)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Sheís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Heís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Iím wit you!)
We ainít 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:]
I ainít never been dumb my nigga
Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it
Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it
Iím cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch
I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
Iím stealthy, I Tunechi them
Let me tell you a little something bout me
I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
Iím thrown, no catchin me
These niggas in the game Ė so sad to me
Iím sure no one would care we
Just put them out their misery
But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
Me home with no heat, uh uh
Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
And they never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations Iímma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
Iím mowin my bag, the purple mohana
Get after my girl and itís round whatever
So donít be struck down when you seein me nigga
Whoever f-ck with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that like really
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
Donít kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Hook:]
We ainít 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)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Sheís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Heís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Talk to em!)
We ainít 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:]
Uh, pussy money weed with me
Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish you nigga would, I wonít get a splinter
Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in
Turn this glock on and Iím not human
My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
One giant leap for mankind
Iím high as mooman, how have you been?
Burning on my waist
But it ainít that far away
Iím sparkling like some Chardonnay
Here today, gone today
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by 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:]
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ainít true
Julio on the yard, these niggas canít do
These niggas ainít kings, these niggas ainít too
Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ainít going
Got the outside, inside, little lane too
I sold up nigga, hold up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
Weíll hit that bitch come pull up
Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
When your late checkin up, she match us about
Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
We leave up the house, getting 100ís and 50ís
And go do one up for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? Iím bringing it with me

[Hook:]
We ainít 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)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Sheís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Heís (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Iím with you!)
We ainít 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:]
They ainít f-ckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ainít f-ckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ainít f-ckin with us pimps
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