T.I. - Wit Me Feat. Lil Wayne

  

Lyrics to Wit Me Feat. Lil Wayne by T.I.

  [Verse:] Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t come on a word Bitch the weed til you slime, these n-ggas 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 yo mouth If you were right 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 n-ggas thinkin I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin cap off I get blood out these pussies, I’m a sneaking tampon This for my n-ggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless Got bitches fallin like olives ‘cause that bullshit to the tallest 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 a text I play with pussy, not these n-ggas Crucify these n-ggas Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these n-ggas 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:] 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) 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 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 ain’t never been dumb my n-gga 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 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 n-gga ass like Muhammad Ali I’m thrown, no catchin me These n-ggas 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 Me home with no heat, uh uh Can n-gga talk bullshit of records at CM in public And they never do nothing You violator, demonstrations I’mma Put n-ggas up on there, wherever we want I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas 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 n-gga 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 Don’t kick no n-ggas who be gossippin with me Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) [Hook:] 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) 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) (Talk to em!) 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:] Uh, pussy money weed with me Before you judge me I plead guilty I wish you n-gga would, I won’t get a splinter Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in Turn this glock on 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? Burning 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 n-ggas Crucify these n-ggas Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these n-ggas 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 n-ggas ain’t true Julio on the yard, these n-ggas can’t do These n-ggas ain’t kings, these n-ggas ain’t too Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain’t going Got the outside, inside, little lane too I sold up n-gga, hold up n-gga Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up n-gga Handcuff that bitch when we roll up n-gga We’ll 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 100’s and 50’s And go do one up for 250 We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities These n-ggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me [Hook:] 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) 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 with 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:] They ain’t f-ckin' 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 f-ckin' with us pimps