T-Pain "Rap Song (feat. Rick Ross)" |
[T-Pain] Nappy Boy, ooooh wee Ooooh wee Everybody say yeaaaah Oh oh oh� Hey eh eh eh eh [Verse 1] We been messin� round for a long (long time) A while now (while now, uh) And you already know what�s on my mind (mind) It�s goin� down now (it�s goin� down now?) And I don�t need no background music, girl I turn it loud now I got the gangsta feelin� And I�ma do somethin� to you To you, to you Oh We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh) Or just put on that N.W.A. Comin� Straight Outta Compton on that p-ssy, baby And we can all night long (haha) I�m bout to have yo� head gone And I ain�t doin� nothin� wrong But we can make love to a rap song [Hook] Me and you, yo� mama and yo� cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I�m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it�s ya birthday (uh) We gon� party like it�s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I�m diggin� in ya coochie while we listenin� to Gucci on a rap song [Verse 2] And you been on my mind all day (all day) I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh) And I�ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I�ma let you finish (let you finish!) You can get it (you can get it) Or we can do it east coast style and I�ll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin� I feel like breakin� you off You off, you off Off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss� girl) Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!) Wait, hold up She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk I�m bout to have yo� head gone And I ain�t doin� nothin� wrong But we can make love to a rap song [Hook] Me and you, yo� mama and yo� cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I�m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it�s ya birthday (uh) We gon� party like it�s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I�m diggin� in ya coochie while we listenin� to Gucci on a rap song [Rick Ross] My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin� wit the finest and I mean that (uh) Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh) Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at? Makin� love to a rap song Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah) Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh) (Hot) that�s all shawty ever was Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks (Hot) is all shawty ever been Om Blow a couple racks in Barney�s on that Phillip Lim Ballin�, it�s ya birthday You know that champagne�ll get ya boy to first base Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger Number one n-ggas Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender [Hook] Me and you, yo� mama and yo� cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I�m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it�s ya birthday (uh) We gon� party like it�s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I�m diggin� in ya coochie while we listenin� to Gucci on a rap song Me and you, yo� mama and yo� cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I�m ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty (uh) it�s ya birthday (uh) We gon� party like it�s ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti I�m diggin� in ya coochie while we listenin� to Gucci on a rap song Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |