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Let Me Thru (Feat. Lil Wayne) – T-Pain

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[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Now I’m just sittin’ here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin’, whip lookin’ like it got new skates on
I’m talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain’t gonna take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like, “is this what you waitin’ on?”
I’ll tell you what, homie, you ain’t gotta wait long
All I’m thinkin’ bout this is trophy I’mma take home
Give ’em somethin’ they can hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin’ out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you askin’ me about race holmes
Yea, I’ma tell you what you not gonna do
Cause if the wing pop out the back of that Ferrari
Then the Bugatti got one too
I’m tryna throw these great balls of fire, I’m talking wu-bablabum
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
And I’m like

[Hook: T-Pain]
Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through
Yea, you gotta let me through
And I stay ridin’, you gotta let me through
And my niggas slidin’, so you gotta let them too
You gotta let me through
You gotta let me through
Cause I stay ridin’, you gotta let me through
And my niggas slidin’, so you gotta let them too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
Lil Tune, the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it’s hot under this costume
Got pedals I’ve never stepped on
Buttons I’ve never pressed on
Backseats I’ve never effed on
Police, still get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas, money don’t change a gangster
And when I’m asked to pull a few strings
I pull ’em until they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah
More money, more problems, I’m surprised I still have black hair
I feel like racing racing, who racing?
Don’t give up the location
And if we bet, I win then hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Riding so fast with the top down
The wind sound like a standing ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious

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[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
No I don’t know why y’all niggas think I been slackin’ like I ain’t been on my shit
Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick
I’m talkin’ bout, slidin’, back and forth up in your tub
I fuck that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub
I say ridin’ through FSU in that fam, fam
I’ve been packin’ stacks and now we back to back on them can ams
Lam-borghini paint
I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas
Matter fact, niggas packed in the back
Of the ‘Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks
For the attack, you niggas ain’t got time to react
Nappy boy in this bitch bring the calvary back
Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don’t slack on the track
Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat
Chevy leanin’ like a bitch, boy you have to relax
Double sided like a battlin’ axe
You gettin’ mad cause your rappin’ is wack
And all the shit that you been doin’ recently
My niggas laughin’ at that

[Hook: T-Pain]

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F.B.G.M. (Feat. Young M.A) – T-Pain

Lirik lagu: F.B.G.M. (Feat. Young M.A)

[Intro: T-Pain]
Woah, ah
Yeah, ah
Woah, ah
Yeah, ah

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Oh, I think I found the one
Yeah, my baby girl gon’ give me a son
I found the girl that can do both
She balling with the crew
And she just like me ’cause all she wanna do

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I’m stupid, she funny
She keep the tooly, I get the money
She watch the trap for me
And any time of the day, she gon’ have fun
Then get right back on her cake ’cause she ruthless, some Eazy E shit
When she hit the strip clubs, she straight ball on your bitch ass
She can talk the drawers off your bitch ass
And bring ’em back to me and we gon’ dog-fuck your bitch fast

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
I’m like oh, I think I found the one
Yeah, my baby girl gon’ give me a son
I found the girl that can do both
She balling with the crew
And she just like me ’cause all she wanna do

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Fuck snitches, hit ’em in the stomach
You know I’m stupid, she on that dumb shit
She make me cum quick, we fuck like three times a day
Suck me unconscious, I give her 300K
And then she move it, across the border
I’m her Weezy F baby, she my Carter
She on that cool shit, she know what to do
Man, you say it’s fuck me, no it’s motherfuck you

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[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
And she make me say oh, I think I found the one
Yeah, my baby girl gon’ give me a son
I found the girl that can do both
She balling with the crew
And she just like me ’cause all she wanna do

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is

[Verse 3: Young M.A]
See I got this lil’ jawn, we ain’t together but we fuck around
Told her, “Listen, shawty, you ain’t messin’ with no suckers now”
And she ’bout that life, she see a opp and she run it down
And I gotta make her cum every time she come around
Pour a cup of brown and we freakin’, we freakin’
Hustle on the week days, freakin’ on the weekends
And she get her own checks, she don’t give me no stress
She ridin’ like a road test and she stick with me like a drum and

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Oh, I think I found the one
Yeah, my baby girl gon’ give me a son
I found the girl that can do both
She balling with the crew
And she just like me ’cause all she wanna do

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
All she wanna do is

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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

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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