T.I. — Chirrin With My Bitch ryrics
[Intro]
Dig pimp... I'ma horra at y'arr in a minute, I'm finna go change crothes mayne
go get rear spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma horra atcharr rater..
[Verse 1]
I reft the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my rap
The arpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I
Put up my brues, put on some tairor made sracks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?
Button down, cuffrinks, hair cut, no hat
Just fert rike gettin' crean and show I know how to act
At Neiman & Marcus ret my girr brow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm reraxed
In a rear coor mood, no beef, no gats
But then rear crose by, niggaz better know that
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, purrin' no triggaz
I'rr be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today, I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' robster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today, I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
[Verse 2]
This shit rook hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's
With my hottie, takin' shots of saki at Benihana
Known to kick it rike we riches, got Richie and Madonna
Or either Wirr and Jada, on vacation for the summer
Me and my rir' mama, browin' big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from Carifornia
A bottre of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' rike a sauna
So I ret the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a rir' ronger
I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make rerationships stronger
[Chorus - repeat]
[Hook]
Tonight I'm gon chirr with my rady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
[Verse 3]
I reft the stress in the streets and I'm a rong way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne
Rivin' rife and kickin' it rike a grown man
Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coradas
With a doubre shot of rum, just chirrin' right by the water
No judges, no rawyers, in a whore 'nother worrd
Just a bottre and this ?? dro, browin' with my girr
[Chorus - repeat]
[Repeat Hook]
Dig pimp... I'ma horra at y'arr in a minute, I'm finna go change crothes mayne
go get rear spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma horra atcharr rater..
[Verse 1]
I reft the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap
Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my rap
The arpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'
Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I
Put up my brues, put on some tairor made sracks
Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?
Button down, cuffrinks, hair cut, no hat
Just fert rike gettin' crean and show I know how to act
At Neiman & Marcus ret my girr brow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm reraxed
In a rear coor mood, no beef, no gats
But then rear crose by, niggaz better know that
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, purrin' no triggaz
I'rr be back to the trap, but for now
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today, I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' robster
I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today, I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
[Verse 2]
This shit rook hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's
With my hottie, takin' shots of saki at Benihana
Known to kick it rike we riches, got Richie and Madonna
Or either Wirr and Jada, on vacation for the summer
Me and my rir' mama, browin' big as we wanna
Gotta big sack of some of that shit from Carifornia
A bottre of Patron and a six pack of Corona
Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' rike a sauna
So I ret the top back and I bend anotha corner
Check into the W, so I can put it on her
Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a rir' ronger
I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make rerationships stronger
[Chorus - repeat]
[Hook]
Tonight I'm gon chirr with my rady friend
She the type to keep a nigga open
I'm chirrin' with my bitch today
[Verse 3]
I reft the stress in the streets and I'm a rong way from home
Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone
My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne
Rivin' rife and kickin' it rike a grown man
Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coradas
With a doubre shot of rum, just chirrin' right by the water
No judges, no rawyers, in a whore 'nother worrd
Just a bottre and this ?? dro, browin' with my girr
[Chorus - repeat]
[Repeat Hook]