Let Me Through Lyrics - T Pain

Yeah 

Pizzle 

Nappy boy 

Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on 

The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on 

I'm talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain't gon' take long 

Then I hop out at the finish line like: "is this what you waitin' on?" 

I'll tell you what, homie you ain't gotta wait long 

All I'm thinkin' 'bout is this trophy I'mma take home 

Give 'em something they can hate on 

Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes 

And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes 

Yeah, I'mma tell you what you not gon' do 

Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari, then the Bugatti got one too 

I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabamboo 

Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom 

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And I'm like hold up, yeah, you got to let me through 

Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through 

And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through 

And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too 

Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through 

Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through 

Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through 

And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too 

I got too much rubber to burn 

Fire hazard, Lil Tune the tycoon 

Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume 

Got pedals I've never stepped on 

Buttons I've never pressed on 

Backseats I've never effed on 

Police, they'll get the F bomb 

I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster 

And when I'm asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em until they untangle 

Watch me donuts as she throw up like: "hell yeah" 

More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair 

I feel like racing, racing, who racing? 

Don't give up the location 

And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club 

And go throw at them pole babies 

Riding so fast with the top down 

The wind sound like a standing ovation 

Tunechi, fast and furious 

I like my bitch fast and flirtatious 

Owww 

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Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through 

Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through 

And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through 

And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too 

Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through 

Uh, huh, yeah, you got to let me through 

Cause I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through 

And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too 

Hold up, yeah, you got to let me through 

Huh, yeah, uh, you got to let me through 

And I stay ridin', ridin', you got to let me through 

And my niggas stay slidin', slidin', so you got to let them too