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Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
Put my work in yo pussy, bitch donât 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 shouldâve died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, Iâm bout to take a swing
If niggas thinkin Iâm soft, Iâll knock yo thinkin cap off
I get blood out these pussies, Iâm a stinky tampon
This for my niggas back home, Iâm 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 ainât 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)
Heâs (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Iâm wit you!)
We ainât 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 ainât 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,, Iâll be sprayin' rounds with it.
Iâm 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
Iâm 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
Iâm throwed, no catchin me
These niggas in the game â so sad to me
Iâm 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 Iâmma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas
Iâm mowin my bag, the purple mohana
Get after my girl and itâs round whatever
So donât 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
Donât kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
We ainât 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)
Heâs (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Iâm wit you!)
We ainât 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 wonât get a splinter
Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders
This block booming, Iâm not human
My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
One giant leap for mankind
Iâm high as moon men, how have you been?
Gun ain't on my waist
But it ainât that far away
Iâm 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 ainât true
Julio on the yard, these niggas canât do
These niggas ainât King, these niggas ainât 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
Weâll 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 100âs and 50âs
And go do a show for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? Iâm bringing it with me
We ainât 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)
Heâs (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Iâm wit you!)
We ainât 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 ainât fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ainât fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ainât fuckin with us pimp
AHHH!!
My bad I Didn't mean to scream.
- Album:
- Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head
- Ball (feat. Lil Wayne)
- Wit Me
- Welcome to 2013
- Ball
- Fast & Furious 6: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
- Fast & Furious 6 (Original Soundtrack)
- Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head (Deluxe Version)
- Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head (Deluxe)
- Pop That Party (Mixtape)
- The Fast and the Furious Soundtrack Collection
- Fast & Furious 6
- F*ck a Mixtape
- 11 Months and One Day
- Street Banger