(Verse)
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Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
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Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t come on a word
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Bitch the weed til you slime, these niggas greener than lime
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So many knives in my pockets, the bitches need em inside
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I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth
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If you were right you should’ve died as a mouse
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The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings
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Drop codeine in my punch, I’m bout to take a swing
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If niggas thinkin I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin cap off
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I get blood out these pussies, I’m a sneaking tampon
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This for my niggas back home, I’m still New Orleans regardless
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Got bitches fallin like olives ‘cause that bullshit to the tallest
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My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
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I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
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I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
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Hit his mama address then send his parents a text
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I play with pussy, not these niggas
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Crucify these niggas
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Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
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Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
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To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Hook)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(I’m wit you!)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Verse)
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I ain’t never been dumb my nigga
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Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
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Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it
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Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it
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I’m cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch
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I swear she know her legs up high
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She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
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I’m stealthy, I Tunechi them
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Let me tell you a little something bout me
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I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
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Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
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I’m thrown, no catchin me
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These niggas in the game ? so sad to me
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I’m sure no one would care we
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Just put them out their misery
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But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
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Me home with no heat, uh uh
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Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
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And they never do nothing
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You violator, demonstrations I’mma
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Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
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I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
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I’m mowin my bag, the purple mohana
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Get after my girl and it’s round whatever
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So don’t be struck down when you seein me nigga
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Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie
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You ready for war, you bout that like really
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You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
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See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
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Don’t kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
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Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Hook)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Talk to em!)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Verse)
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Uh, pussy money weed with me
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Before you judge me I plead guilty
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I wish you nigga would, I won’t get a splinter
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Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in
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Turn this glock on and I’m not human
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My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
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One giant leap for mankind
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I’m high as mooman, how have you been?
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Burning on my waist
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But it ain’t that far away
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I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay
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Here today, gone today
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I play with pussy, not these niggas
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Crucify these niggas
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Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
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Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
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To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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(Verse)
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Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true
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Julio on the yard, these niggas can’t do
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These niggas ain’t kings, these niggas ain’t too
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Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain’t going
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Got the outside, inside, little lane too
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I sold up nigga, hold up nigga
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Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
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Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
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We’ll hit that bitch come pull up
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Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
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When your late checkin up, she match us about
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Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
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We leave up the house, getting 100’s and 50’s
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And go do one up for 250
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We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
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These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me
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(Hook)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(I’m with you!)
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We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(Outro)
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They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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No, they ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
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Yo T.I.
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They ain’t fuckin with us pimps
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Wit Me
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| T.I. |
