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T Pain
Pete & Bas - Topic
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I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer
I serve packet, they bounce back on the regular
And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain"
Your momma's hooked on the packs I been selling her
I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang
I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang
The magazine make me lean when I walk
And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band
Hop in a cab and banging me crossword
I'm heading to west, and I'm banging a posh bird
A couple of cans and a puff on me death stick
A click of me fingers, he's cutting me kofte
Ringing the bow bells, bringing the waps out
I'm flinging the dry food, bringing the cats out
They're belling me non-stop, sending the lads out
I hop in me drop top, I'm running a man down
Mr. Big Bucks, I be looking the business
Dressed to kill, momma got me up on her hit list
Pole position, had her fella running the distance
I be banging her, banging her, banging her, giving her triplets
The bigger the back, the bigger the butt crack
The bigger the chance the bird's up in me contacts
Her figure's a big deal, a pen on a contract
Sign me up, baby, give a tip of me top hat
And I've been whipping the white, puffing a Benson
Pushing the pack, the full stack like I'm benching
Give 'em the fish scale, they slide like a penguin
Flipping the chicken, my bills wide, fuck a pension
Slo-mo vision, I been puffing a peace pipe
Selling three-fives to the fiends by the seaside
I'ma tear lines in the seams of my Levi's
With a stack thicker than Nicki Minaj behind
Birds whistle when I walk like this
Best listen when I talk like this
I'm outside on the curb with me tats out
If he's hard, he can try chalk line this
Chain swinging when I walk like this
Heads bopping when I talk like this
I'm outside on the curb with the straps out
Have a laugh, you ain't gonna chalk line, shit
I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer
I serve packet, they bounce back on the regular
And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain"
Your momma's hooked on the packs I been selling her
I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang
I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang
The magazine make me lean when I walk
And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band