On Purpose - T.I., Trouble, Rich Kidd Shad

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

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