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

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[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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Sounds Bad – T-Pain

Mmm mmm mmm mmm
I wanna dedicate this to my struggling bro
Keep pushing on, keep pushing on
Yea

First of the month
Check late
Got nothin to do
Imma roll me a blunt
Got drank
Call me a hoe or two
Now I know that it sound like I’m living on the edge
Only you ain’t hear the worst
Got the whole house running on the generator
No good food in my frigidator
Damn, and I’m late for work

Don’t that sound bad
Horrible
No inspiration
No goals
I know it sound like
I wanna die
And I know I’m so miserable
But this just so happens to be
The best day of my life

Now I don’t wanna confuse you
Hurtin on the inside
But I won’t let you see
That’s why every little dollar
And every little penny
Goes to puttin an outfit on me
Cause Imma stay fresh to death
Dressed to impress
The rest
You know how I do it when I do it
Imma show you how to do it
So you can do it for somebody else
Mmm
But I still that house on the generator
No good food in my fridigator
Damn, and I’m late for work

Don’t that sound bad
Horrible
No inspiration
No goals
I know it sound like
I wanna die
And I know I’m so miserable
But this just so happens to be
The best day of my life

My life
My patron
Pick of ice
Drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
Ain’t no talkin bout the bullshit
Talkin like a newspaper
I’m talkin’ bout the newspaper full of weed
Like the whole thing
And I’mma roll it up and smoke it
Hey, hit this
And really let you think about you
And in the end
You gotta let me do it

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Don’t that sound bad
Horrible
No inspiration
No goals
I know it sound like
I wanna die
And I know I’m so miserable
But this just so happens to be
The best day of my life

Horrible
No inspiration
No goals
I know it sound like
I wanna die
And I know I’m so miserable
But this just so happens to be
The best day of my life

Horrible
No inspiration
No goals
I know it sound like
I wanna die
And I know I’m so miserable
But this just so happens to be
The best day of my life

Yea

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

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[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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