Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)

Bitch, put my dick in ya face, put my gun in ya purse Put my work in your pussy, bitch don't cum on the work Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime So many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage I was born in a drought, I hope I die in ya mouth If you a rat, you should've died as a mouse The weed louder than the opera house, till the fat lady sing 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 stinky tampon This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless Got bitches fallin' like August, could sell bullshit to a tourist My bitches badder than me, call that Adam and Eve I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve I kiss yo' bitch on her neck, shoot ya man in the head Get his mama address then send his parents his head I play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas Kidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas? 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You 'bout that life really? You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily See me in Miami, them choppers is with me Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me Lookin' for yo' bitch? Well she probably wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me) He's (wit me, wit me, wit me) Talk to 'em (wit me, wit me, wit me) We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (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 in chicken tenders Block fuming, 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 they boss and 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 in her Her head and shoulders never hold up in her With the legs hangin' out, cause she dead just about Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house We leave up the house countin' 100s and 50s and go do a show for 250 We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities These niggas want trouble? 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