歌手:T.I.
专辑:《Wit Me - Single》

作词 : Quinn, Darwin Cordale / Harris, Clifford J. / Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Quinn, Darwin Cordale / Harris, Clifford J. / Carter, Dwayne
B*tch! Put my d*ck on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
Put my work in yo *******, b*tch don't come on a word
Pass the ******* to your slime, these n*ggas greener than lime
So many knots in my pockets, the b*tch 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 ******* 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 *******es, I'm a sneaking tampon
This for my n*ggas back home, I'm still New Orleans regardless
Got b*tches fallin' like olives, can sell that ******** to a tourist
My b*tch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo b*tch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents a text
I play with *******, not these n*ggas
Crucify these n*ggas
Kidnap 'em cause they fowl so ask 'em who gon' buy these n*ggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her *******
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 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)

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 b*tch
I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
I'm stealthy, ask Tunechi and them
Let me tell you a little something 'bout me
I talk ****, 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 ******** of records at CM in public
And they never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations I'ma
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 b*tch 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 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)

Uh, ******* money ******* with me

Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish a n*gga 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?
Burning on my waist
But it ain't that far away
I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay
Here today, gone today
I play with *******, not these n*ggas
Crucify these n*ggas
Kidnap 'em cause they fowl so ask 'em who gon' buy these n*ggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her *******
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

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 King, these n*ggas ain't Tune
Got the game locked up, covered every angle
Got the outside, inside, middle lane too
All sold up n*gga, hold up n*gga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up n*gga
Handcuff that b*tch when we roll up n*gga
We'll hit that b*tch come pull up
Hair head and shoulders up cover hole up in here
When you're late checkin' up, she match us 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 n*ggas 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 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)

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 pimp

Ahhh!
My bad I didn't mean scream to
Sorry