Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit Me, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wit Me |
| 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 |
| 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 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 stinking t&on |
| This for my niggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless |
| Got bitches fallin' like august, can sell that 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 their boss so ask 'em who gon' 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 gats (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 you!) |
| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) |
| In the van got 100 gats (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 sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it |
| Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it |
| Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin' rounds wit 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, 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 and see 'em in public |
| And they never do nothing |
| You violator, demonstrations I’ma |
| Put niggas up under, 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 nigga |
| Whoever fuck 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 niggas who be gossippin' with me |
| Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (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 gats (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) |
| (Talk to 'em!) |
| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) |
| In the van got 100 gats (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 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 leap 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 their boss so ask 'em who gon' 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 come pull up |
| Hair head and shoulders up cover hole up in here |
| With the legs hanging 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 with me |
| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) |
| In the van got 100 gats (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 with you!) |
| We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) |
| In the van got 100 gats (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, wit me |
| No, they ain’t fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me |
| Yo T.I. |
| They ain’t fuckin' with us pimp |
| Ahhh! |
| My bad I didn’t mean to scream. |
| Sorry |