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Baby Got Brap
T‐Pain & Hert
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Sheeesh
See you don't want to test me, I come through in an FC cut
That NOS hot, I drop the top and hit that effing button
I grab the wheel like my granddaddy left me something
It's a half a mil' but he said it best be custom (aye, look)
That rotary motor better be holding me down
Where there's tires there's smoke
And I'm choking 'em out, I'm controlling the crowd
I'm banging, I'm bringin' the heat
Tell me how much angle you need
That turbo put a baby to sleep (ch-ch-ch-chhh)
Baby got brap
Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be asking why I do 'em like that
I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped
I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)
That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got
That candy paint look like rose gold
All new parts for my whips they got a old soul
I'm big timin', my bitch behind me gettin' the roll on
Wrong color smoke, you would think I was tryna coal roll
Ay, what's up with GMG?
He 'on't wanna see me gleam
That's 350z, Sylvia pickle thing
I ain't got no catalytic converter, but you see the dream
If hater's got beef, it must be vegan meat
Baby got brap
Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be askin' why I do 'em like that
I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped
I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)
That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got
Me and Haraguchi, that's the same thing (same thing)
Hot boy RX-7s, you know he the king (king tings)
Fat Garrett turbo, make that engine sing
Haitian boy with a dream, call me Martin Luther wing
Nappy boy Auto in this bitch (permanent)
We work for this, and now it's Mortal Kombat in the tournament
We be laughing in the driver's seat, but it ain't a skit
Shit can go left real fast, check the angle kit
I taught Pain how to slide on the track (yeah)
Then Pain taught me how to slide on the track (yeah)
Twerkstallion don't go brap, that bitch got a v8
That motherfucker go gyaaa
Fenders thicker than a Snicker, let me tandem with ya
Black-owned and driven, maybe you can tandem with us
But that's just me and I can say that that's that
'Cause I got four RX-7s and at least one of them
Baby's got brap
Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be asking why I do 'em like that
I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped
I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)
That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got (brrr)