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T-pain

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Yo
And that was Prevolver ladies and gentleman
Hm-mm
Okay
Aye
Thank you for listening; now I must get it in
I can t leave rap alone I m not finished bitch
These cudos try to take away my spinach shit
But my New York niggaz steady tell me get it kid
You know I m with it kid
Put in my blood and sweat for you
Now I m holly and debt for you
Got mad respect for you
And if you can t respect that
I m Charlie Murphy on these niggaz take this check back
Robbin niggaz faces like I m 303
Beautiful girls around the world like I m B.O.B
Dope lyrics come out my mouth come hear a kilo speak
I guarantee I lay it down like I m Ceelo Green
But I m a star now
32 cars now
Bugott s and Lamborghini s pull that double R out
The legacy will start now
I wish you could see me
I m in this muthafuckin booth pouring my heart out (Hey)
Yeah

Hey
If this ain t where I m supposed to be
Somebody show me how to get there
Uh, I be rappin I be trappin I m what s happa-neen
We ain t dinger rapping R&B singer T
Yeeahh!

[Verse 2: Krizz Kalino]
I travelled the world
All on top of your girl
I m winning anyway
Kali baby
Na, na I shoulda been here a long time ago
Somebody told me I wouldn t make it with ventilator on my face
I m survival with the grace of God and Tech N9ne
The way I doodle on the paper Google me and check mine
I m not finished with this by damn far
I had to pause a minute tell a bitch get in the damn car
Keep my mind on my money says my grandpa
Been gunnin for the stars and try na be right where the fans are
It s gonna take a miracle, this journey s been too difficult
Get my money gotta live it up a life is pitiful
But eat and sleep and shit ain t right before Biggie and Tupac
I piggy bag off niggaz so my piggy bank is real fat
Now I m finished but I won t be leaving
Big Chris I m the shit if you must something s sneaking
That s me

Hey
If this ain t where I m supposed to be
Somebody show me how to get there
Uh, I be rappin I be trappin I m what s happa-neen
We ain t dinger rapping R&B singer T
Yeeahh!

[Verse 3: Bow Wow]
Uhh, what the fuck they talking bout?
You know I m out rapping any rap artist out
Cash Money Records big stones in my necklace
Don t feel sorry for my father left me and my mom s neglected
Smoking on that hydro, represent Ohio
Girls lining up too slot me up wherever I go
Chucks and some sweatpants, gotta keep it OG
Don t change for nobody shit that s what Snoop told me
Every movie I do it equals more sluts
Niggaz mad cause my paper longer than my tour bus
And too my competition, I m coming for that title
I m the nicest nigga doin it I put that on the bible
I just got to crush em, shit on em then flush em
Rub what I acknowledge em muhfucka who ain t nothing
Any city I step into my presence felt
You think you hotter than me, kill yourself!