Текст песни Lil Wayne - Wit Me (feat. T.I.)

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[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 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 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas Crucify these niggas Kidnap em cuz they fowl so 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 (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 nigga 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 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 Me home with no heat, uh uh Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public And they never do nothing You violator, demonstrations I'mma Put niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas who be gossippin with me Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) [Hook:] [Verse:] 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 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 a

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