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T-Pain

Say the Word (I’m Gone) – T-Pain

[Verse 1:]
Look at him spittin rhymes, look at him hittin dimes
Travellin’ all around the word (word) word (word) uh (uh)
Look at him hit the stage, look at him rip the place
For grown women and little girls (girls) girls (girls) uh (uh)
But at the same time he’s doing the same thang
Remember 05, well this the same Pain
But everytime the rap game go down the drain
The Louis Vutton jewelry box allowing him to change range
I’m here to change things but they don’t like diversity
Until they ask to let somebody write a verse for me
But I say hell naw
F*ck them n*ggas and they bins tell em I don’t see em like Patti Labelle draws
I wanna make a living and n*ggas want me buried
So I told Dex to put me in the pet cemetery
So I can come back out of the dirt and truly thank him
And tell em how Jesus introduced me to Ben Franklin

(Preacher preaches)
You bascially impowered
Most of us that have it
The holy goal with no man has ever gone before
Yeah, yeeah he has giving us a stiff
And the average human being does not care

[Verse 2:]
How hard is it to make it? And ya f*ckin respect it
It seems like you just get in this sh*t to get rejected (your outta here!)
And in some cases I done caught my damn self
Hating on another n*gga just because he getting sweaty
Uh, this sh*t is hard as it’ll ever get
It’s like waiting to f*ck a girl that you’ll never hit
And everytime you walk out the bitter with blue balls
Then go and waste your money on making your Chevy too tall
Damn, the life I live is full of public secrets
And I’m the blame even if they didn’t f*ckin see it
A modern day Frederick Douglas how can you beleive it
Like Sadatay, Pootie Tang use the belt to beat it
Man, if you wanna lose then n*gga go head
But ain’t nobody ever goin say Pain got a swoll head
Unless I’m in the dressing room getting me some slow head
F*cking with a seven or like seven of a co-ed’s
Uh

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(Preacher preaches)
… Did his own crew
Everybody wants to get his old crew rich
And then they want the other lil people never get a piece of the pie
And that can only go for the cracker, that go for you n*ggas that think that y’all big too
I understand this, that’s right you n*ggas and crackers can’t stand me
You n*ggas must know that I know you can’t do nothing if you broke
Listen to me young people, old people too, mostly black people I’m talking to you
You can’t do nothing if you broke!

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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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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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