Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Purpose , by - T.I.. Song from the album F*ck Da City Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Purpose |
| I say I’m ridin, I’m swervin |
| Barely missing the curb |
| I got this bad bitch and she twerkin |
| Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit |
| On purpose, on purpose |
| We hit the club and we hurtin them folks |
| On purpose, on purpose |
| You can save the hate it ain’t workin |
| Say I’m ridin, I’m swervin |
| Barely missing the curve |
| I got this bad bitch and she twerkin |
| Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit |
| On purpose, on purpose |
| Don’t try me dawg we’ll fuck you up |
| On purpose, on purpose |
| Automatic K and it’s squirtin' (Bow!) |
| I’m double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity |
| Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it |
| Got 6s in my burban, I’m riding high and I’m swervin bruh |
| My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her |
| Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine |
| I’m zone one bankhead shawty, I’m west side no gang signs |
| Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man |
| This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man |
| I’m rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis |
| Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho |
| Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow |
| On 24, we surfin |
| Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose |
| (Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh) |
| I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline |
| For the real A to take back over the game, it’s that time |
| Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I’m feelin' like she worth it |
| This cash I’m finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose |
| Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36−34−36, ridiculous |
| Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I’m iller than illa bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass |
| like a stripper |
| And I’m the tipper |
| Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose |
| To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains |
| They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her |
| Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer |
| (Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look) |
| Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car |
| Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra |
| After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly |
| These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don’t know me |
| My ferrari ass I’m horsin', I hit the gas she moisten |
| Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy dick where her voice at |
| You know everywhere stand by that, you’ll never get where that Glock at |
| Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah) |
| Look like I’m bout to do a little commercial, when I see them nigga hatin', |
| I’m a play that shit in worser (yeah) |
| Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh) |
| They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho |