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T-Pain

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[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

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