[{"id":16421538,"name":"Wit Me","trackName":"Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Wit Me","duration":305.1134,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch, put my dick in ya face, put my gun in ya purse\nPut my work in your pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage\nI was born in a drought, I hope I die in ya mouth\nIf you a rat, you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, till the fat lady sing\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm 'bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin' like August, could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitches badder than me, call that Adam and Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo' bitch on her neck, shoot ya man in the head\nGet his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nTip\n\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga, or a sucka neither\nGo ahead play around with it\nCash on deck, they be layin' 'round with it\nGotta cape up when the suckas be sprayin' rounds with it\nI'm cold\nDon't believe me, just ask yo' bitch\nI swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stealthy, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something 'bout me\nI talk shit bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm thrown\nNo catchin' me, these niggas in the game, so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we just put them out they misery\nWith no sympathy and no grief, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat, uh uh\nA nigga talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violate demonstrations, I'mma put niggas up on there wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas\nI'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's 'round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein' me now\nCause whoever fuck with me be smoking the city\nYou ready for war? You 'bout that life really?\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is with me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\nLookin' for yo' bitch? Well she probably wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nTalk to 'em (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy, money, weed with me\nBefore you judge me, I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, 'bout to break it down in chicken tenders\nBlock fuming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist, but it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo' hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, come pull up in her\nHer head and shoulders never hold up in her\nWith the legs hangin' out, cause she dead just about\nThen we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house countin' 100s and 50s and go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me\n(Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nAlright\nThey ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nNooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo Tip\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAhhhhhhhh!\nMy bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.85] Bitch, put my dick in ya face, put my gun in ya purse\n[00:14.89] Put my work in your pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:19.82] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:23.16] So many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage\n[00:26.57] I was born in a drought, I hope I die in ya mouth\n[00:30.25] If you a rat, you should've died as a mouse\n[00:32.56] The weed louder than the opera house, till the fat lady sing\n[00:36.40] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm 'bout to take a swing\n[00:40.27] If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n[00:43.33] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:46.60] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:50.37] Got bitches fallin' like August, could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:53.55] My bitches badder than me, call that Adam and Eve\n[00:56.62] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[01:00.10] I kiss yo' bitch on her neck, shoot ya man in the head\n[01:03.55] Get his mama address then send his parents his head\n[01:07.11] I play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\n[01:10.77] Kidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\n[01:17.61] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:18.46] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[01:21.08] Tip\n[01:22.09] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:25.47] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:28.90] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:30.83] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:32.41] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:33.71] I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:35.78] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:38.90] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:42.05] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:44.05] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:46.05] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:47.75] I ain't never been dumb my nigga, or a sucka neither\n[01:50.68] Go ahead play around with it\n[01:51.82] Cash on deck, they be layin' 'round with it\n[01:53.52] Gotta cape up when the suckas be sprayin' rounds with it\n[01:54.53] I'm cold\n[01:55.68] Don't believe me, just ask yo' bitch\n[01:57.33] I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.80] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:00.72] I'm stealthy, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.53] Let me tell you a little something 'bout me\n[02:04.98] I talk shit bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.57] Then whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.15] I'm thrown\n[02:09.19] No catchin' me, these niggas in the game, so sad to me\n[02:11.23] I'm sure no one would care if we just put them out they misery\n[02:13.37] With no sympathy and no grief, uh uh\n[02:16.76] Leave home with no heat, uh uh\n[02:18.55] A nigga talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:20.53] And they never do nothing\n[02:23.65] You violate demonstrations, I'mma put niggas up on there wherever we want\n[02:24.34] I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas\n[02:26.20] I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:29.26] Get after my girl and it's 'round whatever\n[02:30.27] So don't be struck down when you seein' me now\n[02:31.81] Cause whoever fuck with me be smoking the city\n[02:33.38] You ready for war? You 'bout that life really?\n[02:35.35] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\n[02:37.21] See me in Miami, them choppers is with me\n[02:38.93] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n[02:42.01] Lookin' for yo' bitch? Well she probably wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[02:43.37] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:45.99] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:50.19] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.69] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:53.52] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:55.13] Talk to 'em (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:57.18] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:59.35] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:02.54] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:04.70] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:06.49] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:08.72] Uh, pussy, money, weed with me\n[03:13.78] Before you judge me, I plead guilty\n[03:16.15] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:19.22] Just bought a chicken, 'bout to break it down in chicken tenders\n[03:22.71] Block fuming, I'm not human\n[03:24.12] My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n[03:25.89] One giant leap for mankind\n[03:27.47] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:29.55] Gun ain't on my waist, but it ain't that far away\n[03:32.14] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:34.11] Here today, gone today\n[03:35.85] I play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\n[03:37.70] Kidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\n[03:41.58] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:45.76] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:47.08] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:51.24] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:52.98] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:54.82] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:56.45] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:58.26] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:59.91] Pimps on the loop, put yo' hoes up nigga\n[04:01.55] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[04:03.35] We'll hit that bitch, come pull up in her\n[04:04.83] Her head and shoulders never hold up in her\n[04:06.58] With the legs hangin' out, cause she dead just about\n[04:08.54] Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n[04:10.09] We leave up the house countin' 100s and 50s and go do a show for 250\n[04:12.02] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:15.64] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me\n[04:17.18] (Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:18.05] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:20.33] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:23.83] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:25.58] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.55] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:29.25] I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:30.67] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:33.82] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:37.31] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:39.51] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:41.54] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:43.16] Alright\n[04:45.12] They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:47.42] Nooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:50.23] Yo Tip\n[04:51.01] They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n[04:53.57] Ahhhhhhhh!\n[04:56.82] My bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry\n[05:02.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me\n  artist: 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You 'bout that life really?\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is with me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n  Lookin' for yo' bitch? 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Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\nGot a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin' me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.47] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.03] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.14] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:04.41] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.03] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.71] I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n[02:09.54] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.02] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:12.71] Just put them out their misery\n[02:14.38] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:16.47] Leave home with no heat? 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Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\n  Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'ma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein' me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n  Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Uh, pussy money weed wit me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n  One giant leaf for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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You 'bout that life really?\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is with me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\nLookin' for yo' bitch? 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I'm bringing it wit me\n  start_ms: 255640\n  end_ms: 257180\n- text: (Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 257180\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 260330\n- text: In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 260330\n  end_ms: 263830\n- text: Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 263830\n  end_ms: 265580\n- text: She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 265580\n  end_ms: 267550\n- text: He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 267550\n  end_ms: 269250\n- text: I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 269250\n  end_ms: 270670\n- text: We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 270670\n  end_ms: 273820\n- text: In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 273820\n  end_ms: 277310\n- text: Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 277310\n  end_ms: 279510\n- text: Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 279510\n  end_ms: 281540\n- text: Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 281540\n  end_ms: 283160\n- text: Alright\n  start_ms: 283160\n  end_ms: 285120\n- text: They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 285120\n  end_ms: 287420\n- text: Nooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 287420\n  end_ms: 290230\n- text: Yo Tip\n  start_ms: 290230\n  end_ms: 291010\n- text: They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  start_ms: 291010\n  end_ms: 293570\n- text: Ahhhhhhhh!\n  start_ms: 293570\n  end_ms: 296820\n- text: My bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry\n  start_ms: 296820\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302330\nplain: |-\n  Bitch, put my dick in ya face, put my gun in ya purse\n  Put my work in your pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage\n  I was born in a drought, I hope I die in ya mouth\n  If you a rat, you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, till the fat lady sing\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm 'bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin' like August, could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitches badder than me, call that Adam and Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo' bitch on her neck, shoot ya man in the head\n  Get his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Tip\n\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga, or a sucka neither\n  Go ahead play around with it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin' 'round with it\n  Gotta cape up when the suckas be sprayin' rounds with it\n  I'm cold\n  Don't believe me, just ask yo' bitch\n  I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stealthy, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something 'bout me\n  I talk shit bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm thrown\n  No catchin' me, these niggas in the game, so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we just put them out they misery\n  With no sympathy and no grief, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat, uh uh\n  A nigga talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violate demonstrations, I'mma put niggas up on there wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas\n  I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's 'round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein' me now\n  Cause whoever fuck with me be smoking the city\n  You ready for war? You 'bout that life really?\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is with me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n  Lookin' for yo' bitch? Well she probably wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Talk to 'em (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy, money, weed with me\n  Before you judge me, I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, 'bout to break it down in chicken tenders\n  Block fuming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist, but it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy not these niggas, crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap 'em, call they boss and ask 'em who gon' buy these niggas?\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo' hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, come pull up in her\n  Her head and shoulders never hold up in her\n  With the legs hangin' out, cause she dead just about\n  Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house countin' 100s and 50s and go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me\n  (Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Alright\n  They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Nooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo Tip\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  Ahhhhhhhh!\n  My bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry\n"},{"id":19252422,"name":"Wit Me Ft Lil Wayne","trackName":"Wit Me Ft Lil Wayne","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Wit Me","duration":305.110204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n[00:03.73] Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:07.05] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:10.30] So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n[00:13.82] I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n[00:17.22] If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:19.65] The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n[00:23.92] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:27.26] If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n[00:30.60] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:33.89] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:37.35] Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:40.99] My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:44.29] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[00:47.45] I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[00:50.84] Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[00:54.24] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[00:56.44] Crucify these niggas\n[00:57.94] Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:01.18] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:04.74] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[01:08.41] (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:09.67] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:12.92] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:16.22] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:18.14] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:19.86] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:21.27] (I'm wit you!)\n[01:21.99] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:26.48] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:29.92] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:31.52] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:33.38] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:35.38] I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:37.00] Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:38.70] Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n[01:40.26] Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:41.83] I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:46.06] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[01:48.62] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[01:50.65] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[01:52.35] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[01:53.78] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[01:55.37] I'm throwed, no catchin me\n[01:57.16] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[01:58.87] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:00.46] Just put them out their misery\n[02:02.12] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:04.11] Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n[02:05.65] Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:07.44] And they never do nothing\n[02:08.99] You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n[02:10.75] Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n[02:12.29] I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n[02:13.52] I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:15.38] Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n[02:17.53] So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n[02:19.28] Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n[02:20.96] You ready for war, you bout that life really\n[02:22.64] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n[02:24.27] See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n[02:25.97] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n[02:27.75] Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:30.86] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:34.26] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:37.65] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:39.36] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:40.93] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:42.50] (I'm wit you!)\n[02:44.33] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:47.55] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.04] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:52.78] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:54.33] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:56.02] Uh, pussy money weed with me\n[03:00.24] Before you judge me I plead guilty\n[03:03.90] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:06.48] Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n[03:09.97] This block booming, I'm not human\n[03:11.52] My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n[03:13.23] One giant leap for mankind\n[03:14.92] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:16.81] Gun ain't on my waist\n[03:18.29] But it ain't that far away\n[03:19.61] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:21.33] Here today, gone today\n[03:23.17] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[03:25.05] Crucify these niggas\n[03:26.82] Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n[03:29.92] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:33.58] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:36.99] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:38.60] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:40.23] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:41.96] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:43.66] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:45.49] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:47.02] Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n[03:48.68] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[03:50.58] We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n[03:52.16] And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n[03:53.83] With the legs checkin out\n[03:54.93] Is she dead? Just about\n[03:55.64] Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n[03:57.27] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[03:58.95] And go do a show for 250\n[04:00.59] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:01.98] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n[04:04.03] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:08.86] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:12.20] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:13.97] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:15.68] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.11] (I'm wit you!)\n[04:19.07] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:22.30] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:25.65] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.44] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:29.05] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:31.17] They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:34.77] No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:37.94] Yo T.I.\n[04:38.27] They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n[04:41.67] AHHH!!\n[04:46.88] My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n[04:50.43] Sorry\n[04:51.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me Ft Lil Wayne\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Wit Me\n  duration_ms: 305110\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch! 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? 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Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n[00:03.73] Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:07.05] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:10.30] So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n[00:13.82] I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n[00:17.22] If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:19.65] The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n[00:23.92] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:27.26] If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n[00:30.60] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:33.89] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:37.35] Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:40.99] My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:44.29] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[00:47.45] I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[00:50.84] Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[00:54.24] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[00:56.44] Crucify these niggas\n[00:57.94] Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:01.18] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:04.74] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[01:08.41] (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:09.67] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:12.92] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:16.22] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:18.14] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:19.86] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:21.27] (I'm wit you!)\n[01:21.99] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:26.48] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:29.92] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:31.52] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:33.38] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:35.38] I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:37.00] Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:38.70] Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n[01:40.26] Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:41.83] I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:46.06] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[01:48.62] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[01:50.65] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[01:52.35] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[01:53.78] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[01:55.37] I'm throwed, no catchin me\n[01:57.16] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[01:58.87] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:00.46] Just put them out their misery\n[02:02.12] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:04.11] Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n[02:05.65] Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:07.44] And they never do nothing\n[02:08.99] You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n[02:10.75] Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n[02:12.29] I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n[02:13.52] I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:15.38] Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n[02:17.53] So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n[02:19.28] Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n[02:20.96] You ready for war, you bout that life really\n[02:22.64] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n[02:24.27] See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n[02:25.97] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n[02:27.75] Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:30.86] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:34.26] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:37.65] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:39.36] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:40.93] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:42.50] (I'm wit you!)\n[02:44.33] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:47.55] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.04] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:52.78] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:54.33] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:56.02] Uh, pussy money weed with me\n[03:00.24] Before you judge me I plead guilty\n[03:03.90] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:06.48] Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n[03:09.97] This block booming, I'm not human\n[03:11.52] My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n[03:13.23] One giant leap for mankind\n[03:14.92] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:16.81] Gun ain't on my waist\n[03:18.29] But it ain't that far away\n[03:19.61] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:21.33] Here today, gone today\n[03:23.17] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[03:25.05] Crucify these niggas\n[03:26.82] Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n[03:29.92] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:33.58] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:36.99] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:38.60] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:40.23] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:41.96] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:43.66] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:45.49] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:47.02] Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n[03:48.68] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[03:50.58] We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n[03:52.16] And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n[03:53.83] With the legs checkin out\n[03:54.93] Is she dead? Just about\n[03:55.64] Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n[03:57.27] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[03:58.95] And go do a show for 250\n[04:00.59] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:01.98] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n[04:04.03] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:08.86] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:12.20] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:13.97] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:15.68] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.11] (I'm wit you!)\n[04:19.07] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:22.30] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:25.65] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.44] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:29.05] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:31.17] They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:34.77] No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:37.94] Yo T.I.\n[04:38.27] They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n[04:41.67] AHHH!!\n[04:46.88] My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n[04:50.43] Sorry\n[04:51.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me\n  artist: T.I. 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  start_ms: 400\n  end_ms: 3730\n- text: Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  start_ms: 3730\n  end_ms: 7050\n- text: Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  start_ms: 7050\n  end_ms: 10300\n- text: So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  start_ms: 10300\n  end_ms: 13820\n- text: I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  start_ms: 13820\n  end_ms: 17220\n- text: If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  start_ms: 17220\n  end_ms: 19650\n- text: The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  start_ms: 19650\n  end_ms: 23920\n- text: Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  start_ms: 23920\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 30600\n- text: I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  start_ms: 30600\n  end_ms: 33890\n- text: This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  start_ms: 33890\n  end_ms: 37350\n- text: Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  start_ms: 37350\n  end_ms: 40990\n- text: My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  start_ms: 40990\n  end_ms: 44290\n- text: I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  start_ms: 44290\n  end_ms: 47450\n- text: I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  start_ms: 47450\n  end_ms: 50840\n- text: Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  start_ms: 50840\n  end_ms: 54240\n- text: I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  start_ms: 54240\n  end_ms: 56440\n- text: Crucify these niggas\n  start_ms: 56440\n  end_ms: 57940\n- text: Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  start_ms: 57940\n  end_ms: 61180\n- text: Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  start_ms: 61180\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 68410\n- text: (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 68410\n  end_ms: 69670\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 69670\n  end_ms: 72920\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 72920\n  end_ms: 76220\n- text: Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 76220\n  end_ms: 78140\n- text: She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 78140\n  end_ms: 79860\n- text: He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 79860\n  end_ms: 81270\n- text: (I'm wit you!)\n  start_ms: 81270\n  end_ms: 81990\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 81990\n  end_ms: 86480\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 86480\n  end_ms: 89920\n- text: Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 89920\n  end_ms: 91520\n- text: Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 91520\n  end_ms: 93380\n- text: Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 93380\n  end_ms: 95380\n- text: I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  start_ms: 95380\n  end_ms: 97000\n- text: Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  start_ms: 97000\n  end_ms: 98700\n- text: Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  start_ms: 98700\n  end_ms: 100260\n- text: Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  start_ms: 100260\n  end_ms: 101830\n- text: I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  start_ms: 101830\n  end_ms: 106060\n- text: She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  start_ms: 106060\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 110650\n- text: Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  start_ms: 110650\n  end_ms: 112350\n- text: I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 112350\n  end_ms: 113780\n- text: Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  start_ms: 113780\n  end_ms: 115370\n- text: I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  start_ms: 115370\n  end_ms: 117160\n- text: These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  start_ms: 117160\n  end_ms: 118870\n- text: I'm sure no one would care if we\n  start_ms: 118870\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: Just put them out their misery\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 124110\n- text: Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  start_ms: 124110\n  end_ms: 125650\n- text: Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  start_ms: 125650\n  end_ms: 127440\n- text: And they never do nothing\n  start_ms: 127440\n  end_ms: 128990\n- text: You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  start_ms: 128990\n  end_ms: 130750\n- text: Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  start_ms: 130750\n  end_ms: 132290\n- text: I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  start_ms: 132290\n  end_ms: 133520\n- text: I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  start_ms: 133520\n  end_ms: 135380\n- text: Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  start_ms: 135380\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 139280\n- text: Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  start_ms: 139280\n  end_ms: 140960\n- text: You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  start_ms: 140960\n  end_ms: 142640\n- text: You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  start_ms: 142640\n  end_ms: 144270\n- text: See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  start_ms: 144270\n  end_ms: 145970\n- text: Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  start_ms: 145970\n  end_ms: 147750\n- text: Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 147750\n  end_ms: 150860\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 150860\n  end_ms: 154260\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 154260\n  end_ms: 157650\n- text: Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 157650\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 160930\n- text: He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 160930\n  end_ms: 162500\n- text: (I'm wit you!)\n  start_ms: 162500\n  end_ms: 164330\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 164330\n  end_ms: 167550\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 167550\n  end_ms: 171040\n- text: Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 171040\n  end_ms: 172780\n- text: Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 172780\n  end_ms: 174330\n- text: Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 174330\n  end_ms: 176020\n- text: Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  start_ms: 176020\n  end_ms: 180240\n- text: Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  start_ms: 180240\n  end_ms: 183900\n- text: I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  start_ms: 183900\n  end_ms: 186480\n- text: Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  start_ms: 186480\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: This block booming, I'm not human\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 191520\n- text: My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  start_ms: 191520\n  end_ms: 193230\n- text: One giant leap for mankind\n  start_ms: 193230\n  end_ms: 194920\n- text: I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  start_ms: 194920\n  end_ms: 196810\n- text: Gun ain't on my waist\n  start_ms: 196810\n  end_ms: 198290\n- text: But it ain't that far away\n  start_ms: 198290\n  end_ms: 199610\n- text: I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  start_ms: 199610\n  end_ms: 201330\n- text: Here today, gone today\n  start_ms: 201330\n  end_ms: 203170\n- text: I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  start_ms: 203170\n  end_ms: 205050\n- text: Crucify these niggas\n  start_ms: 205050\n  end_ms: 206820\n- text: Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  start_ms: 206820\n  end_ms: 209920\n- text: Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  start_ms: 209920\n  end_ms: 213580\n- text: To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 213580\n  end_ms: 216990\n- text: Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  start_ms: 216990\n  end_ms: 218600\n- text: Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  start_ms: 218600\n  end_ms: 220230\n- text: These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  start_ms: 220230\n  end_ms: 221960\n- text: Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  start_ms: 221960\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 225490\n- text: All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  start_ms: 225490\n  end_ms: 227020\n- text: Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  start_ms: 227020\n  end_ms: 228680\n- text: Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  start_ms: 228680\n  end_ms: 230580\n- text: We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  start_ms: 230580\n  end_ms: 232160\n- text: And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  start_ms: 232160\n  end_ms: 233830\n- text: With the legs checkin out\n  start_ms: 233830\n  end_ms: 234930\n- text: Is she dead? Just about\n  start_ms: 234930\n  end_ms: 235640\n- text: Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  start_ms: 235640\n  end_ms: 237270\n- text: We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  start_ms: 237270\n  end_ms: 238950\n- text: And go do a show for 250\n  start_ms: 238950\n  end_ms: 240590\n- text: We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  start_ms: 240590\n  end_ms: 241980\n- text: These niggas want trouble? 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? 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Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\nGot a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin' me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.47] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.03] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.14] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:04.41] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.03] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.71] I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n[02:09.54] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.02] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:12.71] Just put them out their misery\n[02:14.38] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:16.47] Leave home with no heat? 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Just about\n[04:07.73] Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n[04:09.60] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[04:11.43] And go do a show for 250\n[04:12.57] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:14.69] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.59] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:21.08] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:24.38] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:26.11] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.72] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\nGot a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin' me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'ma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein' me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, the coppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\nLookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nUh, pussy money weed wit me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\nOne giant leaf for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) ((wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nThey ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I., they ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!\nMy bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.93] Bitch! Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\n[00:15.81] Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:19.18] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:22.46] So many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\n[00:25.97] I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\n[00:29.32] If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:32.07] The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\n[00:35.99] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:39.45] If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n[00:42.96] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:46.24] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:49.42] Got bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:52.85] My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:56.30] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[00:59.64] I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[01:03.05] Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[01:06.47] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[01:08.44] Crucify these niggas\n[01:10.18] Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:13.47] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:16.68] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:21.94] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:25.48] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:28.62] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:30.62] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:32.14] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\n[01:35.45] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:38.85] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:42.05] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:43.85] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:45.50] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:47.35] I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:49.43] Or a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:51.12] Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\n[01:52.69] Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:54.44] I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.47] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.03] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.14] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:04.41] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.03] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.71] I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n[02:09.54] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.02] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:12.71] Just put them out their misery\n[02:14.38] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:16.47] Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n[02:17.92] Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:19.93] And they never do nothing\n[02:21.07] You violator, demonstrations I'ma\n[02:23.14] Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n[02:24.63] I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n[02:26.46] I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:28.11] Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n[02:29.93] So don't be struck down when you seein' me nigga\n[02:31.60] Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n[02:33.18] You ready for war, you bout that life really\n[02:35.00] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n[02:36.70] See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me\n[02:38.39] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n[02:39.97] Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:43.14] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:46.51] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:49.69] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.41] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:53.17] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:56.85] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:59.94] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:03.33] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:04.98] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:06.74] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:08.57] Uh, pussy money weed wit me\n[03:12.30] Before you judge me I plead guilty\n[03:15.56] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:19.01] Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n[03:22.37] This block booming, I'm not human\n[03:23.83] My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n[03:25.52] One giant leaf for mankind\n[03:27.19] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:29.06] Gun ain't on my waist\n[03:30.32] But it ain't that far away\n[03:31.80] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:33.56] Here today, gone today\n[03:35.24] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[03:37.14] Crucify these niggas\n[03:38.77] Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n[03:42.10] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:45.49] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:49.09] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:50.90] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:52.51] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:54.30] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:55.98] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:57.77] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:59.47] Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n[04:01.07] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[04:02.90] We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n[04:04.50] And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n[04:06.13] With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about\n[04:07.73] Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n[04:09.60] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[04:11.43] And go do a show for 250\n[04:12.57] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:14.69] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.59] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:21.08] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:24.38] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:26.11] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.72] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) ((wit me)\n[04:31.13] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:34.68] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:37.96] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:39.68] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:41.30] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:43.07] They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:47.07] No, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:50.39] Yo T.I., they ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!\n[04:56.81] My bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me\n  artist: T.I\n  album: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne) - Single\n  duration_ms: 300591\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bitch! 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin' me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? 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Just about\nThen we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) ((wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nThey ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I., they ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!\nMy bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.93] Bitch! Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\n[00:15.81] Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:19.18] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:22.46] So many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\n[00:25.97] I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\n[00:29.32] If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:32.07] The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\n[00:35.99] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:39.45] If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n[00:42.96] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:46.24] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:49.42] Got bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:52.85] My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:56.30] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[00:59.64] I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[01:03.05] Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[01:06.47] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[01:08.44] Crucify these niggas\n[01:10.18] Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:13.47] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:16.68] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:21.94] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:25.48] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:28.62] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:30.62] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:32.14] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\n[01:35.45] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:38.85] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:42.05] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:43.85] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:45.50] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:47.35] I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:49.43] Or a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:51.12] Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\n[01:52.69] Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:54.44] I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.47] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.03] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.14] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:04.41] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.03] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.71] I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n[02:09.54] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.02] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:12.71] Just put them out their misery\n[02:14.38] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:16.47] Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n[02:17.92] Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:19.93] And they never do nothing\n[02:21.07] You violator, demonstrations I'ma\n[02:23.14] Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n[02:24.63] I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n[02:26.46] I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:28.11] Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n[02:29.93] So don't be struck down when you seein' me nigga\n[02:31.60] Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n[02:33.18] You ready for war, you bout that life really\n[02:35.00] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n[02:36.70] See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me\n[02:38.39] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n[02:39.97] Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:43.14] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:46.51] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:49.69] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.41] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:53.17] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:56.85] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:59.94] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:03.33] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:04.98] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:06.74] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[03:08.57] Uh, pussy money weed wit me\n[03:12.30] Before you judge me I plead guilty\n[03:15.56] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:19.01] Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n[03:22.37] This block booming, I'm not human\n[03:23.83] My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n[03:25.52] One giant leaf for mankind\n[03:27.19] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:29.06] Gun ain't on my waist\n[03:30.32] But it ain't that far away\n[03:31.80] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:33.56] Here today, gone today\n[03:35.24] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[03:37.14] Crucify these niggas\n[03:38.77] Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n[03:42.10] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:45.49] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:49.09] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:50.90] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:52.51] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:54.30] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:55.98] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:57.77] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:59.47] Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n[04:01.07] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[04:02.90] We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n[04:04.50] And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n[04:06.13] With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about\n[04:07.73] Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n[04:09.60] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[04:11.43] And go do a show for 250\n[04:12.57] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:14.69] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.59] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:21.08] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:24.38] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:26.11] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.72] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? 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Just about\n  Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)\n  artist: T.I\n  album: Wit Me Single\n  duration_ms: 301000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo T.I.\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  AHHH!!\n  My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n  Sorry\n"},{"id":21875024,"name":"Ride Wit Me","trackName":"Ride Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"T.I. 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Grand Hustle, pimp)\nCome and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\nCome and ride with your boy, man (Hey)\nYou already know what it is\n(West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n(Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\nAnd then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\nWe gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\nCome and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nYou see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\nMake these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\nI'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\nWhat the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\nYou lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\nBut fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\nThis well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\nAdamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\nA drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow\nWhen Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\nAlone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\nBlowin' dro on twenty four's, livin' how the song go\nRubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\nYou try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP pronto\nKing of the South, every hood's head honcho\nI'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\nYa end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\nI knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\nTossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\nYou chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\nMechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\nNo hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\nI'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\nKick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\nMost these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\nReal niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\nYou don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\nSell a block for twenty you got for seventeen a gram\nFrom East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Li'l Vietnam\nThese 26's keep the attention of bitches\nCome and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\nDallas, ride wit' a G, and Houston, ride wit' a G\nCarolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\nMemphis, ride wit' a G, Chicago, ride wit' a G\nCalifornia, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\nPhoenix, ride wit' a G, St. Louis, ride wit' a G\nSeattle, ride wit' a G, Jersey, ride wit' a G\nVegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.84] (Let's get it, homeboy) Ha ha ha ay\n[00:03.78] (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) Yeah yeah ha ay\n[00:06.21] (T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n[00:08.58] Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n[00:11.39] Come and ride with your boy, man (Hey)\n[00:13.95] You already know what it is\n[00:15.05] (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n[00:16.80] (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n[00:18.15] And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:19.01] We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n[00:19.90] Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n[00:24.26] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:27.33] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[00:30.53] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:33.64] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[00:36.59] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:39.65] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[00:42.89] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[00:45.35] All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n[00:48.54] You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n[00:51.80] Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n[00:54.99] I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n[00:58.76] What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n[01:01.05] You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n[01:04.11] But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n[01:07.03] This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n[01:10.17] Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n[01:13.36] A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow\n[01:16.85] When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n[01:19.30] Alone though? 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Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n  Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n  Come and ride with your boy, man (Hey)\n  You already know what it is\n  (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n  (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n  And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n  We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n  Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n  Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n  I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n  What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n  You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n  But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n  This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n  Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n  A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow\n  When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n  Alone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\n  Blowin' dro on twenty four's, livin' how the song go\n  Rubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\n  You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP pronto\n  King of the South, every hood's head honcho\n  I'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n  Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n  I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n  Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n  You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n  Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n  No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n  I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n  Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n  Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n  Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n  You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n  Sell a block for twenty you got for seventeen a gram\n  From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Li'l Vietnam\n  These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n  Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n  Dallas, ride wit' a G, and Houston, ride wit' a G\n  Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n  Memphis, ride wit' a G, Chicago, ride wit' a G\n  California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n  Phoenix, ride wit' a G, St. Louis, ride wit' a G\n  Seattle, ride wit' a G, Jersey, ride wit' a G\n  Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n"},{"id":34352400,"name":"Wit Me (feat. 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo T.I.\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  AHHH!!\n  My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n  Sorry\n"},{"id":11850662,"name":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)","trackName":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne) - Single","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne) - Single\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.42]Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n[00:16.66]Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:20.00]Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:23.29]So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n[00:26.95]I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n[00:30.08]If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:32.70]The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n[00:36.95]Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:40.14]If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n[00:43.74]I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:46.84]This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:50.24]Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:53.68]My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:57.34]I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[01:00.51]I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[01:04.07]Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[01:07.22]I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[01:09.43]Crucify these niggas\n[01:10.95]Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:14.16]Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:17.67]To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[01:21.19](wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:22.68]We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:26.02]In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:29.22]Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:30.98]She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:34.58]He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:36.10](I'm wit you!)\n[01:39.00]We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:39.76]In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:42.73]Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:44.56]Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:46.12]Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:48.55]I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:49.85]Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:51.78]Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n[01:53.27]Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:54.96]I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:59.17]She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.66]I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.52]Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:05.11]I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.75]Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:08.44]I'm throwed, no catchin me\n[02:10.18]These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.85]I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:13.59]Just put them out their misery\n[02:15.02]But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:17.18]Leave home with no heat? 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Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo T.I.\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  AHHH!!\n  My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n  Sorry\n"},{"id":18679155,"name":"Ride Wit Me","trackName":"Ride Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"DJ Drama And T.I.P.-The Leak","duration":246.021224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n(You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n(T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\nCome and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\nCome and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n\nYou already know what it is\n(West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n(Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\nAnd then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\nWe gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\nCome and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n\nYou see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\nMake these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\nI'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\nWhat the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\nYou lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\nBut fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\nThis well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\nAdamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n\nA drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\nWhen Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\nAlone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\nBlowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\nRubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\nYou try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\nKing of the South, every hood's head honcho\nI'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n\nHey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\nYa end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\nI knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\nTossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\nYou chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\nMechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\nNo hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\nI'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n\nKick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\nMost these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\nReal niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\nYou don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\nSell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\nFrom East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\nThese 26's keep the attention of bitches\nCome and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\nDallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\nCarolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\nMemphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\nCalifornia, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\nPhoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\nSeattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\nVegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Wit Me\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: DJ Drama And T.I.P.-The Leak\n  duration_ms: 246021\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n  (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n  (T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n  Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n  Come and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n\n  You already know what it is\n  (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n  (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n  And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n  We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n  Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n\n  You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n  Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n  I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n  What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n  You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n  But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n  This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n  Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n\n  A drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\n  When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n  Alone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\n  Blowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\n  Rubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\n  You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\n  King of the South, every hood's head honcho\n  I'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n\n  Hey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n  Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n  I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n  Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n  You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n  Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n  No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n  I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n\n  Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n  Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n  Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n  You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n  Sell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\n  From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\n  These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n  Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n  Dallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\n  Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n  Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\n  California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n  Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\n  Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\n  Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n"},{"id":35091079,"name":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)","trackName":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne)","artistName":"T.I., Lil Wayne","albumName":"Wit Me (feat. Lil Wayne) - Single","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin round wit it\nGot a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? Uh uh\nCan niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\nAnd they never do nothing\nYou violator, demonstrations I'mma\nPut niggas up on there, wherever we want\nI got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\nI'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\nGet after my girl and it's round whatever\nSo don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\nWhoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\nYou ready for war, you bout that life really\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\nLookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nUh, pussy money weed with me\nBefore you judge me I plead guilty\nI wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\nJust bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\nThis block booming, I'm not human\nMy drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\nOne giant leap for mankind\nI'm high as moon men, how have you been?\nGun ain't on my waist\nBut it ain't that far away\nI'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\nHere today, gone today\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\nHey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\nJulio on the yard, these niggas can't do\nThese niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\nGot the game locked up, covered every angle\nGot the outside, inside, middle lane too\nAll sold up nigga, hold up nigga\nPimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\nHandcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\nWe'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\nAnd the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\nWith the legs checkin out\nIs she dead? Just about\nThen we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\nWe leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\nAnd go do a show for 250\nWe sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\nThese niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n(I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\nThey ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nNo, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\nYo T.I.\nThey ain't fuckin with us pimp\nAHHH!!\nMy bad I Didn't mean to scream.\nSorry","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.40] Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n[00:03.73] Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n[00:07.05] Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n[00:10.30] So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n[00:13.82] I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n[00:17.22] If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n[00:19.65] The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n[00:23.92] Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n[00:27.26] If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n[00:30.60] I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n[00:33.89] This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n[00:37.35] Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n[00:40.99] My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n[00:44.29] I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n[00:47.45] I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n[00:50.84] Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n[00:54.24] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[00:56.44] Crucify these niggas\n[00:57.94] Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n[01:01.18] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[01:04.74] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[01:08.41] (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:09.67] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:12.92] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:16.22] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:18.14] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:19.86] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:21.27] (I'm wit you!)\n[01:21.99] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:26.48] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:29.92] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:31.52] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:33.38] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[01:35.38] I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n[01:37.00] Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n[01:38.70] Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n[01:40.26] Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n[01:41.83] I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:46.06] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[01:48.62] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[01:50.65] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[01:52.35] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[01:53.78] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[01:55.37] I'm throwed, no catchin me\n[01:57.16] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[01:58.87] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:00.46] Just put them out their misery\n[02:02.12] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:04.11] Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n[02:05.65] Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n[02:07.44] And they never do nothing\n[02:08.99] You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n[02:10.75] Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n[02:12.29] I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n[02:13.52] I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n[02:15.38] Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n[02:17.53] So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n[02:19.28] Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n[02:20.96] You ready for war, you bout that life really\n[02:22.64] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n[02:24.27] See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n[02:25.97] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n[02:27.75] Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:30.86] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:34.26] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:37.65] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:39.36] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:40.93] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:42.50] (I'm wit you!)\n[02:44.33] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:47.55] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:51.04] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:52.78] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:54.33] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[02:56.02] Uh, pussy money weed with me\n[03:00.24] Before you judge me I plead guilty\n[03:03.90] I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n[03:06.48] Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n[03:09.97] This block booming, I'm not human\n[03:11.52] My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n[03:13.23] One giant leap for mankind\n[03:14.92] I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n[03:16.81] Gun ain't on my waist\n[03:18.29] But it ain't that far away\n[03:19.61] I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n[03:21.33] Here today, gone today\n[03:23.17] I play with pussy, not these niggas\n[03:25.05] Crucify these niggas\n[03:26.82] Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n[03:29.92] Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n[03:33.58] To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[03:36.99] Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n[03:38.60] Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n[03:40.23] These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n[03:41.96] Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n[03:43.66] Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n[03:45.49] All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n[03:47.02] Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n[03:48.68] Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n[03:50.58] We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n[03:52.16] And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n[03:53.83] With the legs checkin out\n[03:54.93] Is she dead? Just about\n[03:55.64] Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n[03:57.27] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[03:58.95] And go do a show for 250\n[04:00.59] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:01.98] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n[04:04.03] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:08.86] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:12.20] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:13.97] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:15.68] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.11] (I'm wit you!)\n[04:19.07] We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:22.30] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:25.65] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.44] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:29.05] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:31.17] They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:34.77] No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:37.94] Yo T.I.\n[04:38.27] They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n[04:41.67] AHHH!!\n[04:46.88] My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n[04:50.43] Sorry\n[04:51.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me (feat. 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I'm bringing it with me\n  start_ms: 241980\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 248860\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 248860\n  end_ms: 252200\n- text: Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 252200\n  end_ms: 253970\n- text: She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 253970\n  end_ms: 255680\n- text: He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 255680\n  end_ms: 257110\n- text: (I'm wit you!)\n  start_ms: 257110\n  end_ms: 259070\n- text: We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 259070\n  end_ms: 262300\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 262300\n  end_ms: 265650\n- text: Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 265650\n  end_ms: 267440\n- text: Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 267440\n  end_ms: 269050\n- text: Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 269050\n  end_ms: 271170\n- text: They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 271170\n  end_ms: 274770\n- text: No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  start_ms: 274770\n  end_ms: 277940\n- text: Yo T.I.\n  start_ms: 277940\n  end_ms: 278270\n- text: They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  start_ms: 278270\n  end_ms: 281670\n- text: AHHH!!\n  start_ms: 281670\n  end_ms: 286880\n- text: My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n  start_ms: 286880\n  end_ms: 290430\n- text: Sorry\n  start_ms: 290430\n  end_ms: 291040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291040\nplain: |-\n  Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitch need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it\n  Got a K - fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'mma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me\n  Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Uh, pussy money weed with me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin\n  One giant leap for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin out\n  Is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me\n\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  They ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  No, they ain't fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo T.I.\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  AHHH!!\n  My bad I Didn't mean to scream.\n  Sorry\n"},{"id":30327874,"name":"Ride Wit Me - T.I.","trackName":"Ride Wit Me - T.I.","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"KING","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n(You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n(T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\nCome and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\nCome and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n\nYou already know what it is\n(West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n(Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\nAnd then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\nWe gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\nCome and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n\nYou see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\nMake these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\nI'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\nWhat the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\nYou lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\nBut fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\nThis well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\nAdamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n\nA drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\nWhen Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\nAlone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\nBlowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\nRubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\nYou try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\nKing of the South, every hood's head honcho\nI'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n\nHey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\nYa end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\nI knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\nTossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\nYou chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\nMechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\nNo hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\nI'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n\nKick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\nMost these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\nReal niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\nYou don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\nSell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\nFrom East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\nThese 26's keep the attention of bitches\nCome and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\nDallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\nCarolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\nMemphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\nCalifornia, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\nPhoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\nSeattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\nVegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.09] (Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n[00:03.22] (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n[00:06.26] (T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n[00:08.37] Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n[00:10.35] Come and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n[00:13.76] You already know what it is\n[00:15.00] (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n[00:16.57] (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n[00:17.64] And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:19.00] We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n[00:20.67] Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n[00:24.25] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:27.52] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[00:30.50] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:33.35] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[00:36.81] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:39.67] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[00:42.81] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[00:45.66] All through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n[00:48.58] You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n[00:52.09] Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n[00:54.97] I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n[00:58.70] What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n[01:01.03] You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n[01:04.11] But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n[01:07.01] This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n[01:10.18] Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n[01:13.30] A drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\n[01:16.36] When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n[01:19.35] Alone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\n[01:22.55] Blowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\n[01:25.65] Rubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\n[01:28.78] You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\n[01:31.72] King of the South, every hood's head honcho\n[01:34.62] I'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n[01:37.33] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[01:40.78] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[01:44.03] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[01:46.70] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[01:50.12] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[01:53.03] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[01:56.28] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[01:58.87] All through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n[02:01.75] Hey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n[02:05.29] Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n[02:08.43] I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n[02:11.67] Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n[02:14.56] You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n[02:17.55] Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n[02:20.63] No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n[02:23.65] I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n[02:26.94] Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n[02:29.90] Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n[02:33.27] Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n[02:36.07] You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n[02:38.91] Sell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\n[02:42.18] From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\n[02:45.45] These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n[02:47.81] Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n[02:50.63] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[02:54.21] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[02:57.67] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:00.29] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[03:03.69] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:06.59] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[03:09.72] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:12.33] All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:15.28] Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:18.35] Dallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\n[03:21.34] Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:24.40] Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\n[03:27.49] California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n[03:30.62] Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\n[03:33.58] Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\n[03:36.75] Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n[03:39.92] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:43.21] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[03:46.32] Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:49.29] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[03:52.27] Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:55.45] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[03:58.24] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[04:01.11] All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n[04:03.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Wit Me - T.I.\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: KING\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n  start_ms: 1090\n  end_ms: 3220\n- text: (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6260\n- text: (T.I.P. 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hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n"},{"id":17188021,"name":"Wit Me","trackName":"Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Hustle King","duration":303.746871,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch, put my dick in ya face, put my gun in ya purse\nPut my work in your pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage\nI was born in a drought, I hope I die in ya mouth\nIf you a rat, you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, till the fat lady sing\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm 'bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' 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You 'bout that life really?\nYou catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\nSee me in Miami, them choppers is with me\nDon't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\nLookin' for yo' bitch? 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You 'bout that life really?\n[02:35.81] You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\n[02:37.44] See me in Miami, them choppers is with me\n[02:38.90] Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n[02:40.65] Lookin' for yo' bitch? 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I'm bringing it wit me\n[04:17.28] (Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:18.87] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:20.42] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:23.82] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:25.67] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.26] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:29.04] I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:30.76] We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:34.01] In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:36.27] Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:38.38] Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:42.16] Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:43.45] Alright\n[04:44.73] They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:47.34] Nooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n[04:50.70] Yo Tip\n[04:54.08] They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n[04:56.24] Ahhhhhhhh!\n[04:58.49] My bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry\n[05:02.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wit Me\n  artist: 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You 'bout that life really?\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily\n  See me in Miami, them choppers is with me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n  Lookin' for yo' bitch? 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I'm bringing it wit me\n  (Wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  I'm wit you (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got a 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 Gats (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n\n  Alright\n  They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Nooo, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo Tip\n  They ain't fuckin with us pimp\n  Ahhhhhhhh!\n  My bad, I didn't mean to scream like that, sorry\n"},{"id":35172028,"name":"**Wit Me","trackName":"**Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"undefined","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bitch! Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\nPut my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\nPass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\nSo many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\nI was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\nIf you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\nThe weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\nDrop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\nIf niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\nI get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\nThis for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\nGot bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\nMy bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\nI do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\nI kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\nHit his mama address then send his parents his head\nI play with pussy, not these niggas\nCrucify these niggas\nKidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\nGot Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\nTo kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStreets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nShe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nHe's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\nWe ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nIn the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nStrong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nGas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nDrank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\nI ain't never been dumb my nigga\nOr a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\nCash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\nGot a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\nI'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\nShe spread eagle and then took in my big ego\nI'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\nLet me tell you a little something bout me\nI talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\nThen, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\nI'm throwed, no catchin' me\nThese niggas in the game – so sad to me\nI'm sure no one would care if we\nJust put them out their misery\nBut no sympathy and no green, uh uh\nLeave home with no heat? 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Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n[01:58.47] She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n[02:01.03] I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n[02:03.14] Let me tell you a little something bout me\n[02:04.41] I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n[02:06.03] Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n[02:07.71] I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n[02:09.54] These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n[02:11.02] I'm sure no one would care if we\n[02:12.71] Just put them out their misery\n[02:14.38] But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n[02:16.47] Leave home with no heat? 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Just about\n[04:07.73] Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n[04:09.60] We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n[04:11.43] And go do a show for 250\n[04:12.57] We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n[04:14.69] These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:17.59] We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:21.08] In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:24.38] Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:26.11] She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n[04:27.72] He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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Just about\n  start_ms: 246130\n  end_ms: 247730\n- text: Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n  start_ms: 247730\n  end_ms: 249600\n- text: We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  start_ms: 249600\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: And go do a show for 250\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 252570\n- text: We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  start_ms: 252570\n  end_ms: 254690\n- text: These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 254690\n  end_ms: 257590\n- text: We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 257590\n  end_ms: 261080\n- text: In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 261080\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 266110\n- text: She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  start_ms: 266110\n  end_ms: 267720\n- text: He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) 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Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse\n  Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the work\n  Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime\n  So many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage\n  I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth\n  If you're a rat you should've died as a mouse\n  The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings\n  Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing\n  If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off\n  I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinky tampon\n  This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless\n  Got bitches fallin' like August could sell bullshit to a tourist\n  My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve\n  I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve\n  I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head\n  Hit his mama address then send his parents his head\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  I ain't never been dumb my nigga\n  Or a sucka' neither, go ahead play around wit it\n  Cash on deck, they be layin' round wit it\n  Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.\n  I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high\n  She spread eagle and then took in my big ego\n  I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and them\n  Let me tell you a little something bout me\n  I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali\n  Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali\n  I'm throwed, no catchin' me\n  These niggas in the game – so sad to me\n  I'm sure no one would care if we\n  Just put them out their misery\n  But no sympathy and no green, uh uh\n  Leave home with no heat? Uh uh\n  Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public\n  And they never do nothing\n  You violator, demonstrations I'ma\n  Put niggas up on there, wherever we want\n  I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas\n  I'm mowin' my bag, the purple mohana\n  Get after my girl and it's round whatever\n  So don't be struck down when you seein' me nigga\n  Whoever fuck with me be smoking the Sadie\n  You ready for war, you bout that life really\n  You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly\n  See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me\n  Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me\n  Lookin' for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Uh, pussy money weed wit me\n  Before you judge me I plead guilty\n  I wish a nigga would, I won't get a splinter\n  Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders\n  This block booming, I'm not human\n  My drop zoomin', my eyes groomin'\n  One giant leaf for mankind\n  I'm high as moon men, how have you been?\n  Gun ain't on my waist\n  But it ain't that far away\n  I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay\n  Here today, gone today\n  I play with pussy, not these niggas\n  Crucify these niggas\n  Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas\n  Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties\n  To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true\n  Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do\n  These niggas ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune\n  Got the game locked up, covered every angle\n  Got the outside, inside, middle lane too\n  All sold up nigga, hold up nigga\n  Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga\n  Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga\n  We'll hit that bitch, run pole up in her\n  And the head and shoulders of another ho up in her\n  With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just about\n  Then we rollin' some loud and leave up out the house\n  We leave up the house, counting 100's and 50's\n  And go do a show for 250\n  We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities\n  These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) ((wit me)\n  We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)\n  They ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  No, they ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me\n  Yo T.I., they ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!\n  My bad I didn't mean to scream, sorry\n"},{"id":7148787,"name":"Ride Wit Me","trackName":"Ride Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"ATL (Soundtrack)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n(You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n(T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\nCome and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\nCome and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n\nYou already know what it is\n(West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n(Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\nAnd then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\nWe gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\nCome and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n\nYou see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\nMake these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\nI'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\nWhat the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\nYou lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\nBut fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\nThis well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\nAdamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n\nA drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\nWhen Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\nAlone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\nBlowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\nRubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\nYou try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\nKing of the South, every hood's head honcho\nI'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n\nHey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\nYa end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\nI knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\nTossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\nYou chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\nMechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\nNo hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\nI'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n\nKick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\nMost these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\nReal niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\nYou don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\nSell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\nFrom East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\nThese 26's keep the attention of bitches\nCome and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\nDallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\nCarolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\nMemphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\nCalifornia, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\nPhoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\nSeattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\nVegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.02] (Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n[00:03.22] (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n[00:06.28] (T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n[00:08.39] Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n[00:10.30] Come and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n[00:13.73] You already know what it is\n[00:15.06] (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n[00:16.56] (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n[00:17.70] And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n[00:19.02] We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n[00:20.68] Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n[00:24.28] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:27.56] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[00:30.53] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:33.33] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[00:36.84] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[00:39.67] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[00:42.85] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[00:45.69] All through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n[00:48.58] You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n[00:52.03] Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n[00:54.96] I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n[00:58.70] What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n[01:01.07] You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n[01:04.18] But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n[01:07.01] This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n[01:10.17] Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n[01:13.30] A drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\n[01:16.36] When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n[01:19.34] Alone though? 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Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n[02:01.72] Hey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n[02:05.26] Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n[02:08.40] I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n[02:11.67] Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n[02:14.53] You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n[02:17.56] Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n[02:20.66] No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n[02:23.61] I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n[02:26.99] Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n[02:29.93] Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n[02:33.23] Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n[02:36.07] You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n[02:38.92] Sell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\n[02:42.13] From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\n[02:45.44] These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n[02:47.83] Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n[02:50.69] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[02:54.29] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[02:57.69] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:00.26] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[03:03.66] Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:06.53] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[03:09.74] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:12.34] All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:15.22] Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:18.37] Dallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\n[03:21.38] Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n[03:24.40] Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\n[03:27.44] California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n[03:30.60] Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\n[03:33.57] Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\n[03:36.76] Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n[03:39.97] Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:43.27] Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n[03:46.33] Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:49.20] Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n[03:52.23] Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n[03:55.40] Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n[03:58.22] Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n[04:01.13] All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n[04:03.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Wit Me\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: ATL (Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Let's get it, homeboy) ha-ha-ha, ay\n  start_ms: 1020\n  end_ms: 3220\n- text: (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) yeah, yeah, ha, ay\n  start_ms: 3220\n  end_ms: 6280\n- text: (T.I.P. 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Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n  Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n  Come and ride with your boy, man (hey)\n\n  You already know what it is\n  (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n  (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n  And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n  We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n  Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL (ride with the homeboy), come and ride wit' a G (come on, man)\n\n  You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n  Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n  I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n  What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n  You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n  But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n  This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n  Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n\n  A drop top, flip-flop, shine as the chrome glow\n  When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n  Alone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\n  Blowin' dro on 24's, livin' how the song go\n  Rubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\n  You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP, pronto\n  King of the South, every hood's head honcho\n  I'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL (you sure you ready to ride?) Come and ride wit' a G (a'ight, nigga)\n\n  Hey, I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n  Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n  I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n  Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n  You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n  Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n  No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n  I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n\n  Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n  Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n  Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n  You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n  Sell a block for 24 you got for 17 a gram\n  From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Lil' Vietnam\n  These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n  Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n  Dallas ride wit' a G, and Houston ride wit' a G\n  Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n  Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G\n  California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n  Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G\n  Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G\n  Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n"},{"id":2109116,"name":"Ride Wit Me","trackName":"Ride Wit Me","artistName":"T.I.","albumName":"Gangsta Grillz: The Leak","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Let's get it, homeboy) Ha ha ha ay\n(You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) Yeah yeah ha ay\n(T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\nCome and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\nCome and ride with your boy, man (Hey)\nYou already know what it is\n(West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n(Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\nAnd then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\nWe gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\nCome and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nYou see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\nMake these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\nI'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\nWhat the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\nYou lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\nBut fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\nThis well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\nAdamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\nA drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow\nWhen Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\nAlone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\nBlowin' dro on twenty four's, livin' how the song go\nRubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\nYou try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP pronto\nKing of the South, every hood's head honcho\nI'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\nYa end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\nI knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\nTossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\nYou chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\nMechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\nNo hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\nI'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\nKick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\nMost these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\nReal niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\nYou don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\nSell a block for twenty you got for seventeen a gram\nFrom East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Li'l Vietnam\nThese 26's keep the attention of bitches\nCome and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\nHey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\nDallas, ride wit' a G, and Houston, ride wit' a G\nCarolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\nMemphis, ride wit' a G, Chicago, ride wit' a G\nCalifornia, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\nPhoenix, ride wit' a G, St. Louis, ride wit' a G\nSeattle, ride wit' a G, Jersey, ride wit' a G\nVegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\nHey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\nRide wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\nWhere them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\nRide wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\nAll through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ride Wit Me\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: 'Gangsta Grillz: The Leak'\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Let's get it, homeboy) Ha ha ha ay\n  (You already know what it is, man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all, man) Yeah yeah ha ay\n  (T.I.P. Pimp $quad Clique, you understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp)\n  Come and kick it with me for a minute, you know what I'm sayin' (King of the South)\n  Come and ride with your boy, man (Hey)\n  You already know what it is\n  (West Side of the A-Town, nigga, if you don't know no better, nigga)\n  (Zone 1 through 4, you know what I'm sayin')\n  And then we gon' swing by Simpson Road, you know what I'm sayin'\n  We gonna ride down Bankhead, my nigga (Bankhead)\n  Come and ride with a nigga right quick, a'ight\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  You see me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom with the double door\n  Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for\n  I'm touchin' folk, any time they try and Grand Hustle folk, I'm bustin' folk\n  What the fuck they arguin,' fussin,' cussin' for\n  You lucky, ho, a couple years ago I'd have probably cut your throat\n  But fuck it though, what I'm spendin' something on a nothin' for\n  This well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road\n  Adamsville, Bowen Homes, Center Hill to Zone four\n  A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow\n  When Tip pop out the roof, hey what he up in Herndon Homes for\n  Alone though? Shit, he just doin' what he known for\n  Blowin' dro on twenty four's, livin' how the song go\n  Rubber burnin,' turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo\n  You try to jack and pull a strap, it's ASAP pronto\n  King of the South, every hood's head honcho\n  I'm West Side certified, go where the fuck I wanna go\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey I told you I'm an OG, never had cold feet\n  Ya end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me\n  I knock you off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak\n  Tossed this in the river like I threw away my old heat\n  You chose to oppose me, who the fuck you s'posed to be\n  Mechanicsville and Summerhill and Zone 3 to roll with me\n  No hoes with me, you know all the blow these folk have sold with me\n  I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy, ain't no runnin' over me\n  Kick it with the King and let me show you what I mean, man\n  Most these niggas rappin' bout a block ain't never seen 'em\n  Real niggas recognize real niggas, and ye ain't none\n  You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand\n  Sell a block for twenty you got for seventeen a gram\n  From East Side niggas in Kirkwood and Li'l Vietnam\n  These 26's keep the attention of bitches\n  Come and ride with me, pimpin,' let me show you how we get it\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G\n  Dallas, ride wit' a G, and Houston, ride wit' a G\n  Carolinas, Virginia, Philly, come and ride wit' a G\n  Memphis, ride wit' a G, Chicago, ride wit' a G\n  California, Florida, Detroit, they all gon' ride wit' a G\n  Phoenix, ride wit' a G, St. Louis, ride wit' a G\n  Seattle, ride wit' a G, Jersey, ride wit' a G\n  Vegas, New York, and D.C., they all ride wit' a G\n\n  Hey, hey, hey, come and ride wit' me, nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them suckas get it at and hustlers keep them chickens at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where ho niggas be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at\n  Ride wit' me nigga, let me show you where we kick it at\n  Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be chillin' at\n  Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G\n  All through the ATL, come and ride wit' a G\n"}]