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Wit Me

Wit Me Lyrics T.I. feat. Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Bitch, put my dick on your face, put my gun in your purse
Put my work in your pussy, bitch don’t come on a work
Pass the weed til you slime, these niggas greener than lime
So many knives in my pockets, the bitches need 'em inside
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in your mouth
If you were 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 your 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 tourists
My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss your 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 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)

[Hook: T.I.]
We ain’t playin, got hundred racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got hundred gats (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (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 hundred racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got hundred 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 sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
Cash on deck, til be layin round wit it
Gotta cake up, where the suckas sprayin' rounds wit it
I’m 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
I’m 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
I’m thrown, no catchin' me
These niggas in the game so sad to me
I’m sure no one would care we
Just put them out their misery
But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
Leave home with no heat, uh uh
Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
And they never do nothin'
You violator, demonstrations I’mma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
Got more in my bag, a couple more hundreds
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 smokin' 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 choppers is wit me
Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me
Lookin for your bitch but she probably wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pussy money weed with me
Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish you nigga would, I won’t get a splinter
Just bought a chicken, 'bout to break it down to chicken tenders
Block formin' and I’m not human
My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'
One giant leap for mankind
I’m high as mooman, how have you been?
Running 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 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 4: T.I.]
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true
Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do
These niggas ain’t kings, these niggas ain’t tune
Got the game locked up, couple different angle
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
We’ll hit that bitch with a pole up her
Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in her
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 hundred’s and fifty’s
And go do a show for two-hundred and fifty
We sell out arenas at hundreds a cities
These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ain’t f-ckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ain’t fuckin with us pimp

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