Текст песни Wit Me (Lil Wayne) с переводом

Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse

Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don’t cum on the work

Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime

So many knots in my pockets, them bitches need a massage

I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth

If you’re a rat you should’ve died as a mouse

The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings

Drop codeine in my punch, I’m bout to take a swing

If niggas thinkin I’m soft, I’ll knock yo thinkin cap off

I get blood out these pussies, I’m a stinking tampon

This for my niggas back home, I’m so New Orleans regardless

Got bitches fallin like August could sell bullshit to a Taurus

My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve

I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve

I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head

Get his mama address, then send his parents his head

I play with pussy, not these niggas

Crucify these niggas

Kidnap em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas

Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties

To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(I'm wit you!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

I ain’t never been dumb my nigga

Or a sucka neither, go ahead play around wit it

Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it

Got a K — fuck with us, I’ll be sprayin' rounds with it

I’m cold! Don’t believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high

She spread eagle and then took in my big ego

I’m stupid, ask Tunechi and them

Let me tell you a little something bout me

I talk shit, bread like Muhammad Ali

Then, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali

I’m throwed, no catchin me

These niggas in the game — so sad to me

I’m sure no one would care if we

Just put them out their misery

But no sympathy and no green, uh uh

Leave home with no heat? Uh uh

Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in public

And they never do nothing

You violator, demonstrations I’mma

Put niggas up under, wherever we want

I got racks in my pocket right next to my llamas

Got more in my bag, a couple more hundreds

Give that to my gunner, they spraying whatever

So don’t reach for that when you seein' me nigga

Whoever fuck with me be smoked in the city

You ready for war, you bout that life really

You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Philly

See me in Miami, them choppers is wit me

Don’t keep no niggas who be gossippin with me

Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(I'm wit you!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Uh, pussy money weed with me

Before you judge me I plead guilty

I wish a nigga would, I won’t get a splinter

Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders

This block booming, I’m not human

My drop zoomin', my eyes boom and

One giant leap for mankind

I’m high as moon men, how have you been?

Gun ain’t on my waist

But it ain’t that far away

I’m sparkling like some Chardonnay

Here today, gone today

I play with pussy, not these niggas

Crucify these niggas

Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these niggas

Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties

To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain’t true

Hold they own on the yard, these niggas can’t do

These niggas ain’t King, these niggas ain’t Tune

Got the game locked up, covered every angle

Got the outside, inside, middle lane too

All sold up nigga, hold up nigga

Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga

Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga

We’ll hit that bitch, run pole up in her

Head and shoulders of another ho up in her

With the legs hangin' out

Is she dead? Just about

Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house

We leave out the house, counting 100's and 50's

And go do a show for 250

We sell out arenas un hundreds of cities

These niggas want trouble? I’m bringing it with me

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

She’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

He’s (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

(I'm wit you!)

We ain’t playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

They ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

No, they ain’t fuckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Yo T. I

They ain’t fuckin with us pimp

AHHH!

My bad, I didn’t mean to scream

Sorry!