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Exclusive – T-Pain

[Verse 1:]
Ever since she saw you in my bedroom
Watching over me as I slept
Damn my nigga I missed you to death, yeah
And it came to a point where I couldn’t hear it
But I know she don’t see nothing but them good spirits
Only the good die young and not the whole squad you was a good guy huh
And if I was there I would’ve took them shots
You ain’t even the kind of nigga that would get shot
Exclusive Jay, Jimmy, people open up your ears hear me
Ain’t nothing worth more than a life in this world
What the fuck we was supposed to tell this man’s wife and lil girl
You was a real nigga, real shit
Why niggas gotta kill niggas just to steal shit
That man’s mama gonna never get her son back
But what goes around comes back

[Verse 2:]
DJ I’m wishing RIP still for return if possible
Couldn’t go to the funeral cause I couldn’t see you in the coffin bro
My last image of you, you posting in your new chevy
Camaro bit really smoke in it but you would let me
Oh my God swear to God your daughter’s your spitting image
When your daughter met my daughter what a wonderful feeling
As long as the good Lord ables me to get money
Put it on my daughters your daughter will never go hungry
They say they could die young if that’s not false
And that explains why my homeboy’s life’s lost
‘Cause he was a good nigga fuck ceremony
Rest in peace to Trevor Martin but my nigga wasn’t a hood nigga
No he didn’t deserve no bullets in him
I thought he was gonna live a bright hall
Them pussy could’ve killed him
Instead they took your life along with your sneaks
Devil U I P went in peace

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[Verse 3:]
Lord forgive me but why you doin’ this again
You just took my big brother when I was in the pen
But how much pain can a grown man take
But I gotta keep pushing ’cause God don’t make mistakes (never)
The doctors told me you was gone and I couldn’t believe it
Your vital laying down but your soul in with Jesus
I’m on my hole in your grind telling me come back
I told her let go ’cause wherever you are you got my back
I almost lost it when I seen that herse at the church
Shit hurt I can barely get through this verse
And I ain’t rich but me and you know I ain’t paper chasing
So I’m a try my best to make so that your daughters grace so
We saw the vision for the win squad together nigga
I guess it kinda drove you from heaven was better nigga
Jimmy me and you will always be your mort decoy
And wash the blood of my enemies off my hands

[Verse 4:]
Tears coming down my eyes wishing for better days
Exclusive Jay I know you in a better place
Never will be forgotten as long as I’m alive
You was a good dude in everybody eyes
Always on the grind you hussle hard
My prayers go out to your family from my heart
Thank you for being a friend thank you for being my brother
And I’m a do my best to look out for your daughter
No more pain God get the devil off me, and let me be free
All this stress is a mess that I don’t need
Hunger games do your best or you don’t eat
And my dog gonna be forever winning
So that mean your life ain’t never ending
So I know I got ’em when I need ’em
Tell Jesus I see him when I see him
Praise God yeah

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Bang Bang Pow Pow (Feat. Lil Wayne) – T-Pain

Lirik lagu: Bang Bang Pow Pow (Feat. Lil Wayne)

[T-Pain]
My money right, my money money, my bread good (good, good)
Shawty fuckin’, wassup girl? that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now

My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that’s where I’m from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom

Money to blow, I’m living off tour
Boatload of cash, bitch I’m overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
The company accounts and they all wanna record?
Real talk, I don’t speak, even if it’s ‘hi hater’
I’m on top and nothing like the elevator
All these bitches say I’m fly and I can never touch the ground
I’m not tryna be in your circle cause I don’t fuck around

I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it, Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I’m in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the fuck you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain’t nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain’t a king, you a joker card
Fuckin’ up the Church money like an alter boy
I got the yellow xanex, call em tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and ’em
The hoes are all alike, they put the hoe in
I think all these niggas sound like me, That’s a compliment
I told a midget bitch, I do it big hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ’em
No B-ball; we stop and pop
No b-ball we got shit locked
Swagger ill, wassup doc
Make that pussy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep, that bitch look like a mail trunk
Ya pussy keep ya tail tucked, real niggas in this bitch
Get that pussy wet, fuck her than I jet: Kenny Smith
T-pain voice, all I do is win and shit
Young money in here ya muthafukin’ face

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[Hook]

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Tipsy – T-Pain

[Hook:]
Take a sip of this, drink that, don’t it feel good baby?
Take a hit of this, take that, don’t it feel good baby?
Take a sip of this, drink that, I’m-a put you on my hood baby
Take a sip of this, drink that

[Verse 1:]
Hey girl, how you doin?
Can I get a minute of your time to spit a line or two? (Say girl)
I know you aint feelin me
I promise that you take a sip of this you gon’ be right here hearin me
You givin me (A reason to come back to the club)
I’m feelin like, you feelin like, showin me love
And I’m here to get your rythym right
(Girl go and gather your crew, cuz me and my niggas we do what it do)
And I see it in your eyes baby (and I) I know I took you by suprise baby (oh yeah)
This what you do
(Go and gather your crew, cuz me and my niggas we do what it do)

[Chorus:]
Now baby girl I aint tryin to get you drunk I’m just tryin to get you (tipsy enough)
I know you wouldn’t do what you do unless you get (tipsy enough)
In order for me to get you home in the back of my __ I need you (tipsy enough)
I know that you wouldn’t be the freak that you are unless you’re (tipsy enough)

[Verse 2:]
Hey girl tell me what’s crackin
I see you watchin wonderin if I’m-a come and talk to you (say girl)
I need for you to listen to me closely girl me and you got a chemistry so let’s just keep it movin
You givin me (a reason not to leave out this club)
And I’m feelin like (half the __ gonna give me some love)
And I’m here to change your perspective baby
(Girl go and gather your crew, cuz me and my niggas we do what it do)
And I see it in your eyes baby (and I) know I took you by suprise baby (oh yeah)
Here’s what you do
(Go and gather your crew, cuz me and my niggas we do what it do)

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[Chorus:]
Baby girl I aint tryin to get you drunk I’m just tryin to get you (tipsy enough)
I know you wouldn’t do what you do unless you get (tipsy enough)
In order for me to get you home in the back of my __ I need you (tipsy enough)
I know that you wouldn’t be the freak that you are unless you’re (tipsy enough)

[Hook (repeats):]
Take a sip of this, drink that, don’t it feel good baby?
Take a hit of this, take that, don’t it feel good baby?
Take a sip of this, drink that, I’m-a put you on my hood baby
Take a sip of this, drink that and don’t it feel good baby?

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F*ck Em (Feat. Rich Homie Quan, Waka Flocka & Young Cash) – T-Pain

Lirik lagu: F*ck Em (Feat. Rich Homie Quan, Waka Flocka & Young Cash)

[Hook: T-Pain] {Rich Homie Quan}
And I put that on MJ, {MJ} I’m bad {I’m bad}
They hatin’, {They hatin’} they mad {They mad}
On my momma, {On my momma} on me {On me}
They hatin’, {They hatin’} and got beef {Hey, hey, hey}
All I say is
Fuck ’em (x8) {(Fuck these niggas, and fuck these bitches)}[x4]
Fuck ’em (x8) {(They don’t really want it)}[x4]

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I put that on everything, on my clique
Let me get a couple drinks in my system I go put it down on your bitch
Oh man, I’ve been putting on for my niggas, and I let ’em put her on
Brand new whip with some petal and some metal they gon’ flip that [?] on
How y’all niggas gon’ act when I pull up in that Maybach with a fucking chauffeur in the front and a view with bitches in the back
And they all want me to, (Touch ’em, touch ’em)
And later on I’m gon’, (Fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
I know y’all niggas don’t like me, tough titty for you broke hoes
Send them niggas wanna fight me, they gon’ leave the club with a broke nose
Y’all keep me going, y’all keep me great
So I’ma do me and haters gon’ hate

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I pull up in the drop head I don’t think that they really want it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don’t think that they know I’m on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed ’em my paper like “Go on nigga”, you got the wrong nigga but
On my momma, and on my dad
I like commas, I don’t like dashes
Put that on MJ, I know I’m bad
I’m talking bout’ Jordan, ain’t talking bout’ Jackson

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[Hook]

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
All this money but you ain’t go do nothing
All that talking but you ain’t go do nothing
Pulling out guns but you ain’t shoot nothing, nothing
Shit, partner protecting me money ain’t nothing
On slam dunk and I ain’t playing with you niggas, can’t sprang at you niggas, can’t stop till’ the whole world feel us
Ya feel us, BSM we the real good billas’
He talk a lot of much, that boy just jealous
He don’t want no war, ain’t no niggas knocking at your front door
In the club, hoodies, goons on the dance floor
Think I’m playing, I call a hundred more (more, more,)
Racks, fuck ones long as money stack
Been on tour six months, I’m back
Lost weight but my pocket still fat

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Young Cash]
Niggas just be talkin’ cause they got lips
When I put up them choppers niggas get flipped
Hit ’em in the head, stomach, then I reload my clip
I dunno what y’all done heard
But Young Cash ain’t one to play with
Just ask these niggas in the streets
Who had failure to make payments?
Matter fact, they swimmin’ with the fishes
I’ma shark just swimmin’ with the bitches
And I got your girl with my hand on her ass if I’m coming downtown watching Netflix
Young Cash, I’m a real G (Niggas see it in my eyes)
You tried nigga but everybody gon’ see (That you ain’t bout’ that life)
I’m the best in the game, so everybody know that (I’m a smooth criminal)
And we can come to a trap, they got about nine [?] (It’s a [?] minimum)
On my momma, on my children
On this hood, on this verse
You try me I’ll put your face up on a shirt

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