Luyện nghe bài hát Wit Me

Bitch! Put my in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse
Put my work in yo pussy, don't cum on the work
Pass the weed to your slime, 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 should've died as a
The weed louder the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a
If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll yo' thinkin' cap off
I get blood out pussies, I'm a stinky tampon
This for my niggas back home, I'm so New regardless
Got bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a
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 then send his parents his head
I play with pussy, not niggas
these niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these
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 playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)
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(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)
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 never been my nigga
Or a sucka' neither, go ahead play wit it
on deck, they be layin' round wit it
Got a 'K, with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.
I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me tell you a little something me
I shit, bread like Muhammad Ali
Then, a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
These niggas in the - so sad to me
I'm sure no one care if we
put them out their misery
But no and no green, uh uh
Leave home with no Uh uh
Can niggas talk bullshit on and see him in public
And they do nothing
You violator, I'ma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we
I got racks in my pocket right to my llamas
I'm mowin' my bag, the purple
Get my girl and it's round whatever
So don't be struck when you seein' me nigga
Whoever with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that really
You me in Cali, you catch me in Philly
See me in Miami, the is wit me
Don't kick no who be gossippin' with me
Lookin' for yo bitch but she (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

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)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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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, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Uh, money weed wit me
Before you me I plead guilty
I wish a nigga would, I won't get a
Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down chicken tenders
block booming, I'm not human
My drop zoomin', my groomin'
One giant leaf for
I'm as moon men, how have you been?
Gun on my waist
But it that far away
I'm sparkling some Chardonnay
Here today, today
I play pussy, not these niggas
these niggas
Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy niggas
Got Lil on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas true
Julio on the yard, these niggas do
These ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune
Got the game locked up, every angle
Got the outside, inside, lane too
All sold up nigga, hold up
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up
Handcuff that when we roll up nigga
hit that bitch, run pole up in her
And the head and of another ho up in her
With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? 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 arenas at hundreds of
niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)

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)
(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)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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, ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I., they ain't with us pimp, ah!
My bad I didn't to scream, sorry