Luyện nghe bài hát Wit Me

Bitch! Put my in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse
Put my in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work
Pass the to your slime, these niggas greener than lime
So knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage
I was born in the drought, I I die in yo' mouth
If you're a rat you died as a mouse
The louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings
Drop in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing
If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll yo' thinkin' cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I'm a tampon
This for my back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless
Got bitches fallin' like could sell bullshit to a tourist
My bitch is badder than me, that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents his
I with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy niggas
Got Lil on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To 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 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)
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We 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)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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I ain't been dumb my nigga
Or a sucka' neither, go ahead around wit it
Cash on deck, they be round wit it
Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds it.
I'm cold! believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high
She spread and then took in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me tell you a something bout me
I talk shit, bread like Ali
Then, whoop a nigga ass Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
niggas in the game - so sad to me
I'm sure no one would if we
Just put them out misery
But no and no green, uh uh
Leave home no heat? Uh uh
Can niggas talk bullshit on and see him in public
And never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations
Put up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my
I'm mowin' my bag, the purple
Get after my and it's round whatever
So don't be down when you seein' me nigga
Whoever with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you that life really
You me in Cali, you catch me in Philly
See me in Miami, the is wit me
kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me
Lookin' for yo but she probably (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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We 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)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Uh, money weed wit me
Before you judge me I guilty
I wish a nigga would, I won't get a
bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders
This booming, I'm not human
My drop zoomin', my eyes
One leaf for mankind
I'm as moon men, how have you been?
Gun ain't on my
But it that far away
I'm sparkling like Chardonnay
Here today, gone
I with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify niggas
Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these
Got Lil on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey wait man, these niggas ain't true
on the yard, these niggas can't do
These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't
Got the game locked up, covered angle
Got the outside, inside, middle too
All sold up nigga, up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up
that bitch when we roll up nigga
We'll hit that bitch, run up in her
And the head and of another ho up in her
With the legs checkin' out, is she Just about
Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the
We up the house, counting 100's and 50's
And go do a for 250
We sell out at hundreds of cities
These want trouble? I'm bringing it 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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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

They fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I., they ain't fuckin' us pimp, ah!
My bad I mean to scream, sorry