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Rappa Ternt Sanga (Intro) – T-Pain

[Talking]
ay thats how it go man [x3]
Shit im just a rappa ternt sanga man (what you is dog)
Im just a rappa ternt sanga man (what you is dog)
Im just a rappa ternt sanga man
Ay what you is dog
Dont even worry bout it

[Verse]
Ay, naw let me tell you a little story
about this young rappa man
Shit, from the start in his heart
He had a pass in the same
Put a pass in it mane
Rappa, producer
A whole stack of thangs
And then one day he said to himself
You know a man has to change
So now he a rappa, a sanga, a danca, a romancer
Man cancer cant be way more to serious
Im tryna drop this real but they aint hearin this
They fearin this
Used to all that shit they hear on the radio
I bet you I can stay here or somebody
And they gone play me though
So we came up, not givin a fuck
What a nigga gotta say bout Pain
Got niggas lil ladies
Droppin they panties
Smackin they fannies, sayin his name
So Im playin the game they want me to play
Sayin everythang they want me to say
And I promised home boy
If I get back to this rappin
It wont be today
Aint got time for the rap shit, bap shit
Make a hand clap shit,
Nappy, nappy, nappy mo nap shit
That shit second
This shit first
That shit harder
This shit worse
And this shit curse me
And it hurts me to let it go
But I gotta come back to the sack
To let these otha niggas know
That its another side of Teddy
Another dub side on the machetti
A fucking prime spot on the Chevy
The situation gets heavy
So find it in yo heart
To let me put this gang bangin shit away
I’ve made it up in my mind that Imma change today
A RAPPA TERNT SANGA

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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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