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" Kiss Kiss (Reggae Remix) "
Yo this is nappy boy radio live
With ya 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, yea)
It ain't going good
My girl ain't doing her things she used to do
And oh... I got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first nappy boy radio
We love you
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 (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And 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 diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And thick as can be
I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (aaooo)
VA is where I reside
So shawty understand it (aaooo)
And I know I just turned 18
And I get a little manish (aaooo)
And you see this bandanna hanging
That means I'm like a bandit
Like-like a bandit-bandit
(Aawwww, ruff)
I got paper girl (ruff)
The Lamborghini (ruff)
With the spider seats (ruff)
You neva seen it (aaooo)
So get it shawty
We parking lot pimping in my dome
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 (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And 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 diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And thick as can be
I'm the epitome of this demonstration
I got the remedy you feeling me
So why is you hating
At my anatomy?
It's bird like
Yeah you heard right
Girl I'm the king so that means I'm fly
(Awwwwwwwwwwwww ruff)
If you with it girl (ruff)
Get it poppin' (ruff)
Roll with me (ruff)
Ain't no stopping (ooooooooo)
So get it shawty
We parking lot pimping in my dome (yeah)
I know want 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 (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And 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 diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And thick as can be
Shawty let me holla at you
You so hot-hot-hot-hot
You think I'd be holling
If you not-not-not-not
I'm king of the town
You can take a look around
Teddy Penderazzdown
Is in the spot-spot-spot-spot
(Yeah) I got money on me
(Yeah) got a kid no problem
(Yeah) you rolling shawty
(Yeah) let's hit mcdonalds
It's t.p. and c.b
I'm the nappy boy-ooh weee!
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 (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And 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 diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And thick as can be
T-Pain... Chris brown (yeaaaaaaah)
We are live back on nappy boy radio
This is your boy DJ T-Pain (yeaaaaaah)
I gotta get outta here man I just wanna leave (told ya it was gonna look like this)
But if you ain't got it by now then you just ain't getting it
Let's go
Nappy boy (ey!)... and pretty boy (ey!...)
Nappy boy (ey!)... and pretty boy (ey!...)
Nappy boy and pretty boy
Nappy-nappy nappy and pretty boy
" 48 Bar Rap "
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Yeah, leggo
It's what they wanted right?
Black shades, dark tint
Your girl, nigga, I get it in
Stick shiftin', switchin' and burnin' out in the Benz
Wood grippin', kissin' all of they model friends
Mr. Dolo (Dolo), with a bunch of freaks
And you know they get the party bouncin' like a pogo
I'm in slow mo
But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets
Just keep your eyes on
Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearin' red, Verizon
New money, I get my super size on
I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long
Haha, knowin' all the words to my songs
And she fuckin' every girl that's in my phone
Ha ha, I'm-I'm-I'm so fly
Flight miles up 'cause I'm so high
Huh, lil' nigga get your cheese up
Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up
Oh, you worried 'bout me? Go figure
I ain't sweatin' it, fuck them old niggas
Lambo', Range Rove', with my pants low
I got the audience clappin' like a backboard
She put her hands up and then I stand up
And get to workin' on the pole like a dancer
I double up, I call it double Dutch
Two girls at the same time, what the fuck?
Rabbit foot in the air 'cause my luck is up
Bring the first aid out 'cause I'm cuttin' up
Bang, bang, now that's some G shit
No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit
They jaw dropped, I'm leavin' niggas speechless
World premiere, get a sneak peek, bitch
I'm great, today is a new day
Fuckin' with me, do the moonwalk on your face
No games, I'm oh so serious
And y'all niggas straight pussy, period
They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearin' it
'Cause after these couple songs. I been killin' shit
Oh no, niggas sayin' I'm loco
But they Pinocchio niggas, watch they nose grow
It's Young Money, shout-out my nigga Tyga too
They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two
Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do
And I'ma rip this beat up like lion food
Louis luggage and the case for the passport
I don't buy shit, nigga. I ask for it
I'm the freshest, I'm the best
I suggest that I get it off my motherfuckin' chest, Breezy
" D.G.I.F.U. "
Ha!
Y'all know me, still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas low-key
I don't fuck with you to the third degree
I keep a G, DMV, you owe a three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profitly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should run for mayor
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintain your bitch
No, this ain't no, let's say, regular degular shit (Woo-ha, woo-ha)
Break a neck on some Busta shit
Souls of Mischief (A-Aw shit, aw shit)
I be on 'til infinity ('finity)
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gon' do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I don't need the assist
I'm the best, I keep sayin' that shit
Nigga, you should too
If you knew what this game'll do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been through
Just to drive through and shit on you
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty comin' and pullin' up with them Hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the pussy, let it air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the coast
The European or Caribbean
I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, better loc up
Damn, it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fuckin' yo' bitch
I can't lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the shit now
Wanna be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'ma bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm bustin' nuts, ah!
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
Did y'all think I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please
Better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw Ps?
Who you think taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dries, Phillip Lim, SLPs
Like Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga, murder was the case so motherfuck the police
Y'all niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Y'all part skies, y'all cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soul is blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas ridin' four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they only dream it
They rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little jewels
Don't get it fucked up
Yesterday, was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin', bruh, I ain't lyin', bruh
In America
Don't get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout old shit
I pull up, they like, "Oh shit"
Now look who's talkin', bitch
Now look who's talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
Do this shit for my loved ones
Don't get it fucked up
I do this shit for my—
D-Do this shit for my—
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds
" Trumpet Lights "
Down
Oh
Come on
Baby
It's time to celebrate like I just touched down
Then we gettin' ready to party, I'ma show you how
Yeah, shit happens but tonight, we don't care
I just wanna see you put your hands in the air and say
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey, little mama, all that ass in them pants
Drop it like you're single even though you got a man
Black and Puerto Rican with a Spanish accent
Hands on the floor dancing like we sexing
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the one you
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Gonna be the—
Come for me right now, won't be no other time
(Yeah, I want you to be—)
Hear my voice, hear my body cry
(Baby)
Got the key to my heart
But it won't last all night
(Baby, baby)
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the one you
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Gonna be the—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be—, I'm gonna be the—
Gonna be—, I'm gonna be the one you
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lo-o-ove, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Gonna be the—
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
You wanna be bad tonight, baby, look at you
You gotta be bad enough, oh yeah, mama, let me hear you say
I just wanna do some, dirty little things to ya
I just wanna be your, your lover
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'ma be the one, baby
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm gon' be the one, baby
I'm gonna be the—, gonna be the—
I'm gonna be the—, gonna be the—
I'm gonna be the—, gonna be the—
I'm gonna be the one
Be my lover, my lover
Be my lover, my lover
(Yeah, I want you to be—)
Be my lover, my lover
Be my lover, my lover
(Baby)
Be my lover, my lover
Be my lover, my lover
(Baby, baby)
Be my lover, my lover
Be my, be my, be my, be my
" Light It Up "
You a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)
You a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up
(Mello made it right)
Pass me the kush, we gon' light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Slide in my DM, you can hit me up (Hit me up)
She wanna be the one, she ain't the only one (No)
I got a bop in the trap, got a bop on my lap (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a dog but I ain't got to chase the cat (Nah)
They pull up where I'm at, get the addy for their friends (Yeah)
I don't keep loose change and I don't top loose ends
If a nigga want beef, if a bitch want beef
We put it on the grill, serve that bitch to the street (Blah)
She call me Young Beckham, 'cause a nigga go deep (Yeah)
I live by the beat, I'ma kill what I eat (Ayy)
If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)
If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up, light it up)
It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up, ayy)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up, fingers)
Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, light it up)
If you a real nigga, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, light it up (Light it up)
It's you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
She can get it running over me (Yeah)
She heard about me and she know I'm a freak (Ooh)
She can top, running over me (Over me, yeah)
Girl, you know ain't no controllin' me (No, no)
Close your mouth when I'm facing you (Yeah)
I don't chase (When I drink in it, straight up)
Tell your girl she can play with it (Ooh)
Light it up so we stay lit
We gon' keep it going like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know you see the smoke in the air, yeah, yeah
(You see that smoke, you see)
You might get up, Mami
Don't tell nobody
Don't mean to push up on you
Whiskey keeping you balanced
Throw that ass backward while that ass clapping
Ooh woah, light it up
If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)
If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up, light it up)
It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (Light it up, ayy)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up, fingers)
Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, light it up)
If you a real nigga, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, light it up (Light it up)
It's you a real bitch, go 'n light it up (Light it up)
Yeah, Mello (You a real bitch, light it up)
T-raw, C-Breezy
If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up
You a real bitch, light it up
If you a real bitch, go 'n light it up