On Purpose Lyrics - Fuck Da City Up - T.i.

I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin 

Barely missing the curb 

I got this bad bitch and she twerkin 

Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit 

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 bitch and she twerkin 

Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit 

On purpose, on purpose 

Don't try me dawg we'll fuck you up 

On purpose, on purpose 

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Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!) 

I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity 

Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it 

Got 6s in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh 

My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin 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 suckers man 

This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas 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 shit no accident we immaculate on purpose 

(Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh) 

I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline 

For the real A to take back over the game, it's that time 

Shawty poppin' ass 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 bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass like a stripper 

And I'm the tipper 

Aye Tip, I just fucked 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 

(Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look) 

Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car 

Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra 

After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly 

These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don't know me 

My ferrari ass I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten 

Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy 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 nigga hatin', I'm a play that shit in worser (yeah) 

Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh) 

They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho