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- Composers:
- Clifford Harris
- Cordale Quinn
- Dwayne Carter
 
- See also:
T.i. - Wit Me lyrics
[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)T.i. - Wit Me - http://motolyrics.com/ti/wit-me-lyrics.html
 [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)
 (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)
 [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 as mooman, 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 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
 [Verse:]
 Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true
 Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do
 These niggas ain't kings, these niggas ain't too
 Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain't going
 Got the outside, inside, little lane too
 I 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
 Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
 When your late checkin up, she match us about
 Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
 We leave up the house, getting 100's and 50's
 And go do one up for 250
 We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
 These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with 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 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)
 [Outro:]
 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 pimps








