Paroles de Fuckwitmeyouknowigotit

(intro)
I mean it's simple
Can't fuck wit us

(verse 1 : lil wayne)
I got money on yo head
I don't do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, i don't even touch the work
I pray these niggas don't fuck with me
And i don't like to curse in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just like mrs. butterworth's
I mean that, believe that
Don't be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em tune
I don't really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
Og kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since i seen my eyes white
You know i smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know i'm gotti
Check yourself before i sign it
Yea, i'm shinin on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going down if i'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new bitch is so provided
Money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to christopher wallace
Desert eagle like the mojave
I get my work from rico suave uh
It's a rollie if i got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? write on my cast
Boy my weed so good i cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, i'm bout to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train tracks
Hopin' that bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines
I'm tunechi lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may i take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free round here but willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it mr. biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for dinner
Dedication

(verse 2 : t.i.)
Hey let me introduce you nigga to america most
Every nigga round with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches like a nigga tune on the low
They just be like 10 and be doing the most
Okay, tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way from the panama, i got a few on the boat
What you niggas make a year; i could do with the blow
You keep on playin with me, bet i'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin with tune and me
Hustle gang, bang green, in god we trust
Young money cash money, they down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught with a banger, i'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop nigga every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but i'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank head i'm about it
Everybody know "to fuck with me cuz i got it"