Mex Manny - On Purpose lyrics

[Hook: T.I.] I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin Barely missing the curb I got this bad b**h and she t**n Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh** On purpose, on purpose We hit the club and we hurtin them folks On purpose, on purpose You can save the hate it ain't workin Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin Barely missing the curve I got this bad b**h and she t**n Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh** On purpose, on purpose Don't try me dawg we'll f** you up On purpose, on purpose Automatic K and its squirtin' (Bow!) [Verse 1: T.I.] I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper b**h get to it Got 6s in my burban, im riding high and im swervin bruh My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he t**n her Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang signs Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them s**ers man This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherf**as in trouble man I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow On 24, we surfin Rep Atlanta sh** no accident we immaculate on purpose [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 2: Trouble] (uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh) I murk a n***a on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline For the real A to take back over the game, it's that time Shawty poppin' a** fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36-34-36, ridiculous Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I'm iller than illa b**h ya, a bad b**h poppin' a** like a stripper And I'm the tipper Aye Tip, I just f**ed her and her sister, on purpose To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 3: Rich Kidd Shad] (oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look) Pullin' up, they like how the f**, he got 6's on his sports car Bad b**h wit some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra After I hit the curb I gotta slow leak, see she was s**in' me slowly These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don't know me My ferrari a** I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' p**y dick where her voice at You know everywhere stand by that, you'll never get where that Glock at Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah) Look like I'm bout to do a little commercial, when I see them n***a hatin', I'mma play that sh** in worser (yeah) Big boy wit coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh) They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho [Hook: T.I.]