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T-Pain

Dear Akon, Forgive me for what I'm bout to say
Dear Barry Wize, I know you told me not to worry about it man but, I can't let it ride,
Dear God, Let's make it happen (ha ha ha)

Ha Ha I'm tryna be you nigga
Yeah Nigga
Watch me do me! Watch me do me! Watch me do me! Watch me do me,
Yeah! (Nappy Boy, nappy Boy)
(DJ Khaled) Ay yo Pain. I want you to go in.
DJ Khaled, Let's Go Man
(We The Best!) (Listen!)

I got up out the streets
So I ain't gotta steal
But listen to the radio, it's obvious I still kill
But y'all was in the game way before me
So why you wanna do some shit I did in '03
I'm laying low key, for a long time
But don't act like you know me, this is the wrong time
So grab ya microphone, set yo auto tune
And I'ma bust a verse on you ass like I outta do
I ain't no gangsta dude
Ain't got a poppin' banger
But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers
I'm trying ta feed my kids y'all niggas can die slowly
Cause to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke

Ay yo!
Fuck the impostor.
Fuck these karaoke niggas man,
T-Pain, they wanna live you life man
These are bitch ass niggas man
It's the DJ Khaled, nappy boys
I'm goin in! I'm going in!
Hey yo, T-Pain

You know what Khaled,
I know you right now.
Let me get em again, though.

(Talk to Them)
Hey, hey, listen
It ain't all bad, some of you please me
But the only niggas that's cool is Kanye and Lil Weezy
I'm a hit maker, not a comedian
So why the fuck would these niggas laughing at me when I seen their ass
This shit will never work or one hit wonder bitch
Bet all the shit that you do and not make me one of this
Now why its cool for you but it's not for me
And why you ain't hop on my song and make it hot for me.
But you don't give a fuck.
You're just a swagger jacker
Now I'm a certified Lamborghini-st and Cadillac-er
Cause I'm trying to feed my kids.
Y'all niggas can die slowly
Cause just to me, it sound like a bunch of karaoke

You're singing the same old song
You're some karaoke niggas
Karaoke fuck niggas
This is Nappy Boy
This is DJ Khaled
We Global with this hood shit
This is what we do
Why you wanna live our life
You wanna live our life, STOP
Hey yo T-Pain (What Up Khaled)
Get Em

Let me get a moment of silence
For the late great ground that trout me
Y'all niggas ain't holdin' 'em down
So we had to put me at you
Bitch, I'm Teddy Pain, the son of Teddy Riley
The father of the game, you pussy niggas wiley
How many niggas really wanna test,
Pain he originate I gotta be the best
Hundred motherfuckers tryin to do what I dids
Till a fool from a infant, style from a kid
24 Years, 24 Cars
Bitch we the best, we got many more star
Every time you pussy motherfuckers try to stop me
There's been a more hits, been a more bars

That's not cool baby
So that's not happenin'
Y'all keep on stealing from me
Let me try this rappin' thing
I know you know I hear you
Isn't that embarrassing
Set the game on fire,
Teddy got some ling

Pussy niggas step up if you really got good game
I gotta lot of shit to say about a nigga,
But it's really not good things
It ain't no disrespect man, y'all keep doing your shit
But my daughter told me to tell you to get off of daddy's dick

Hey yo Pain man
I'ma call this niggas out
I'ma pull them skirts man
They fuck.
Hey yo Let me get 'em
Fuck it
It's the DJ Khaled
The Don Dotta
A.K.A we the best
A.K.A Shit on niggas (dot) com
A.K.A Nappy Boy bitch!

We global!
We global!

Written by NAJM, FAHEEM RASHEED / BALFOUR, DAVID AHMAD
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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