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" Back 2 Back "
Hey you reached Jessica
I'm not in right now
But if you leave a message
I'll call you right back
Baby
I called you three, four times, I left text messages
E-mails
I mean what I gotta do to get to you
I mean it's like
What's so important you can't pick up the phone
I mean come on
I can't deal with it
Call me back
Lately
More and more I been feeling some kind of way
And I ain't crazy
I know you got those texts from me
(Got 'em from me, whoa)
But it's this thing
That we been going through
Is something wrong with you? (with you)
All it's doing is making me remember
How we called it quits
Girl I'm too young for this
When you
When you turned away from me
Makes me think that I should just leave
Go back to being the same old G
Girl I don't wanna lay here back to back
Oh I
Don't want you mad at me
Snatching the covers
Acting like you're asleep
When you know you're up, no
Girl I don't wanna lay here back to back
All night long
I find myself tryna get away
And that ain't right, no
Looking through my phone
Tryna remember her name
That would only make it worse
We try to talk through our problems
But it takes more than words
Said it don't even bother me
But I swear it hurts
When I said I didn't wanna go through the same shit
This is what I meant, oh
When you turned away from me
Makes me think that I should just leave
Go back to being the same old G
Girl I don't wanna lay here back to back
Oh I
Don't want you mad at me
Snatching the covers
Acting like you're asleep
When you know you're up, no
Girl I don't wanna lay here, back to back
I thought about it, got my bags now I'm bout' to roll
You standing there screaming
(Please don't go)
Too late (no excuses)
I swear I can't (do this)
Don't wanna go through this no more (no more)
Now I know what it means to really have it (bad)
But I'm laying this bed and looking at your (back)
(Your back yeah)
Oh girl (oh girl)
That you gon' make me believe
That you gon' change for me (ooh)
When you turned away from me
Makes me think that I should just leave (just leave oh)
Go back to being the same old G
Girl I don't wanna lay here back to back
Oh I
Don't want you mad at me
Snatching the covers
Acting like you're asleep
When you know you're up, no
Girl I don't wanna lay here, back to back
" Kiss Kiss (Remix) "
Yo, this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain!
How's it going? Yeah
It ain't going good, my girl ain't doing her things she used to do, at all
I got just what you need, brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain (Okay)
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio, we, love, you
What them boys gon' do for me? Aw
She said she like my K-I-S-S-I-N-G, my swag, my walk, my I-c-e
You wonder why she missing me, cause I'm that man she wish you be
But you couldn't get it so forget it I'm a take her now
You promised her trips, you never took her, so I'm a take her now
I should take a bow, my performance in the bed might take a while
My personal is versatile, might start off slow then change my style
Picture this, me pulling up in that whip whip, she hop in and we dip dip to go kiss kiss
Where you from Chris?
I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (Ah-woo)
V.A. is where I reside, so shawty understand it (Ah-woo)
And I know I just turned eighteen and I get a little mannish (Ah-woo)
And you see this bandanna hangin'
That means I'm like a bandit, like, like a bandit, bandit (Ah, woo!)
I got paper, girl (Woo!)
The Lamborghini (Woo!)
With the spider seats (Woo!)
You never seen it (Ah, woo!)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
And I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, whoa, thick as can be
I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' on my anatomy?
It's bird-like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king, so that means I'm fly (Ah, woo!)
If you with it, girl (Woo!)
Get it poppin' (Woo!)
Roll with me (Woo!)
Ain't no stoppin' (Ah, woo!)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
And I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss (Hey)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout (Hey), getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me (Yeah)
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be (Thick as can be, yeah)
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me, yeah
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this (Hey)
Because she mine and so fine, (Hey), thick as can be
Yeah girl they call me Mr. Hot Hot Hot Hot, and [?]
You leaving my drop drop drop drop from here
Girl looking at my rolli it's about that time
Grab that bottle of wine let's ditch this spot spot spot spot
(Yeah!) I got hella paper
(Yeah!) I got more than half
(Yeah!) Now I'm not filthy rich
(Yeah!) But I can use a bath
I gotta wait for the Autobots
I got paper like Optimus Prime
And it just might
Transform at any time
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Oh-oh)
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout (Oh, whoa), getting with me (Whoa)
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, so fine, thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Girl)
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss (Yeah)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me, getting with me, shawty
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this
T-Pain, Chris Brown
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
Yeah, yeah
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio (Oh, oh)
This is your boy DJ Pain (Yeah)
I gotta get outta here, man, I just wanna leave with
Told y'all I was gon' do it like this, ha
If you ain't got it by now (Yeah), then you just ain't getting it, yeah
Let's go, Nappy Boy (Ayy) and Pretty Boy (Ayy)
Nappy Boy (Ayy) and Pretty Boy (Ayy)
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Hit us up, man, (850) 321-8692
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
(804) 698-5430, yeah
" Outy When I Drive / Blamed "
[Outy When I Drive]
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh
Bougie, shit tell 'em back back (Back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (Huh)
That ass too fat, tell her back back (What)
Ain't doing no talkin, the choppa got kick back (Blat)
Ooh, ooh
She won't be my boo (My boo)
I was broke, now I got bitches in my coupe (Huh)
Me and Breezy, 50 hoes, by the group (By the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh (Ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (What?)
I send her home (Home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
When I do the dash, bitch, I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids, countin' cash in a pair of them off-whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don't give a fuck
Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent, just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it, 'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes, caught in the paint, off the backboard
Ain't no way I'ma change, pussy got me goin'
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
I say vroom, vroom
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom, boom
And when I get you
I'll knock that pussy to the moon, moon
If he trippin', grab that Smith
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' niggas got it bad
Nigga talkin' tough into my lil' condo, and shot his ass
And if you mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you, you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
[Blamed]
Your call cannot be completed as dialed
Please check the number and dial again
Or dial 6-1-1
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
Ayy, I just check my bank account, I'm goin' dumb as fuck
I point her in the right direction, tell her, "Run it up"
I put her in the Louis line, nigga, one-to-ones
But we don't fight
I take this .40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck
I don't speak much unless it's money, so
If they don't know me personal, then I don't take it personal
They love you when you wins high, let you know (Let you know)
But when your wins low, they treat you like a Urkel
I learn that family don't always matter (Yeah, whoa)
I send these shots around your dome, now you silent (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ayy, I'm just tryna buy me a big place (Big place)
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer, help me beat the case
I'm just tryna fuck you, let you lead the way (The way)
And if we can't make it to the bed, do it on the way
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)
She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
If there's a problem, I'ma pop up, I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals, really big bullets and a couple missiles
I hit your bitch up that Friday and I told her to choose
She told me, "Yeah, we on for the nightcap"
I know your nigga won't like that
Get his cap killed in his life jack'
That's why I don't take a day off
Hustle like every day is the Playoffs
Damn right, we fuckin' winnin'
Don't like me, fuck your feelings (Feelings)
Money up to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Smoke weed, I'm up there with it (There with it)
Like murder, make a killin'
See murder for no limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches, it ain't safe no more (No more)
Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court (Court)
I'ma take a shot, have one Newport
Before I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboard
You got me fucked up
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)
She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
(Ooh, huh, huh, huh)
I might slide in it (Slide in it)
I like bad bitches (Bad)
Bentley 350s (Skrrt)
I got three with me (Ooh)
It's a blame game (Blame game)
Let my chains swang (Swang)
I don't know her name (What?)
All these hoes the same (Yeah)
She want Chanel on her (Chanel)
Birkin bags, she was rackin' sale on 'em (Ooh)
I got the nail on her
Fuckin' friends and she think I'ma tell her (Ooh)
In my coupe, I got two
Niggas mad I got the juice
I'ma smash on your boo (Smash)
I got cash on me too
She won't play me to the left
I'm a rich nigga to death (Death)
She gon' pull up with the neck
Boss up for a check (Check)
Know he want her
She got red bottoms on her (On her)
If I fuck her two times, she a goner (Huh)
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
" I Ain't Tryin' "
(You good, T-Minus?)
When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try
When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (Oh, na-na-na-na)
Seems like I ain't try (Ain't even try, oh man)
You made me do it a thousand times
Yeah, you done me (Oh)
Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Call me walkie-talkie, patched up, baby (Oh-oh)
I wanna know is it flirtin' when you back up, baby?
(I wanna know is that when you back up?)
Oh, slimy down in 7 Up, baby (Oh, oh, oh)
If everything about you is a lie
Then I just wanna be disguised, oh
And if what they said was true and you was lyin'
Darlin', didn't I tell you that I'm in love with speakers now? (Whoa, whoa)
Stay away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah
Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day not to try and play hide and seek? Yeah
Gettin' bread for the longest
Now niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (Oh-oh-oh)
Real rock stars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (Oh)
Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh)
She's a diva, she got a head full of hair, eyes blend with the sea, yeah
I'll never talk bad about her, I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah
Upgrade her dental, on GP, it cost a bird
Watch her constantly tell me she don't need it (Baby, I'ma get it)
(Baby, it's just)
Baby, I love you
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe if I say this
Long hair, don't care
Fuckin' under covers
Crazy, know I'll burst
I'll cover you like covers
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Oh-whoa-whoa)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh)
New brights at night, I don't even drive, yeah
What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah
She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah
Before you fuck me over, I'ma do it first
(Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve)
Why leave open my safe?
Break the links off my chest
Cryin', she complainin', yeah
You know it's gang shit, yeah
Know these all baby worth
Enemies and the fiends get served
Say grace, bow your head
Baby, I'm a god, amen
Baby, it's just
Baby, I love you (Oh)
Baby, wanna find you
Maybe if I say this (Say this, baby)
Long hair, don't care
Fuckin' under covers (Ooh)
Crazy, know I'll burst (Yeah)
I'll cover you like covers (Oh, you, whoa)
Versace that is, mind your biz
I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (Yeah)
And I tell you somethin' good
I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh, oh)
" Last All Night "
Oh, ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
Candlelight, get the mood right
Oh, baby, pick out your favorite wine
Let go, ain't no need to hide
I'm ready to tear it up
So baby, let me inside
And just look me in my eyes, oh whoa, oh whoa
Girl, I don't give a damn, ain't no other man taking my place
He can't hit your spot like I can, making your legs shake, oh
Licking your lips, girl, I love the way you taste
Yeah, you know I love that kinky shit
I'm all over your body
I'm tryna lay you on your stomach on that freaky shit
Be submissive, let me dive in
Yeah, she think I'm freaking on her, I'ma rub it in
Ooh baby, I'ma fuck it up
I see the moon, loving 'til the sun come up
It's too good, I'm trying not to bust a nut
Too fast, I'm tryna last
I can't even lie, lie, lie
It's too damn good, I can't handle it, babe
But I'ma try to last all night
Ooh whoa, I'ma try to last all night
It's alright, I hope I can last all night
I can't even lie, lie, lie (Ooh)
I can't even lie, lie, lie
I hope I can last all night
Yeah, if you knew right, you would do right
And just make love to me, only me
Don't give my love away, girl
It ain't for everybody 'cause you're mine
Baby, don't even get me started, that pussy mine, ooh Lordy, Lordy
Your hands in my pockets, huh
She know I'ma give her anything she ever wanted
Skrrt, skrrt, she driving
Key in her ignition, here's the real difference between bitches and women
Ooh, baby, know I love that
How you take that, how you throw it back
Baby, you know just what you're doing
I ain't stupid, yeah
I'ma try my best to last all night
Ooh whoa, I'ma try to last all night
It's alright, I hope I can last all night
I can't even lie, lie, lie (Ooh)
I can't even lie, lie, lie
I hope I can last all night