Rap Song Lyrics - T Pain

Nappy Boy, ooh, wee 

Ooh wee 

Everybody say yeah 

Oh, oh, oh 

Hey, eh, eh, eh, eh 

We been messin' 'round for a long 

(Long time) 

A while now 

(While now, uh) 

And you already know what's on my mind 

(Mind) 

It's goin' down now 

(It's goin' down now) 

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And I don't need no background music, girl 

I turn it loud now 

I got the gangsta feelin' 

And I'mma do somethin' to you 

To you, to you 

Oh 

We can take it over The Bay 

Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? 

(F.A.B. at, uh?) 

Or just put on that N.W.A. 

Comin' straight outta Compton on that pussy, baby 

And we can all night long 

(Ha, ha) 

I'm 'bout to have yo head gone 

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong 

But we can make love to a rap song 

Photos 

Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

Go, shawty 

(Uh) 

It's ya birthday 

(Uh) 

We gon' party like it's ya birthday 

Where that new Jeezy CD? 

Put on that Yo Gotti 

I'm diggin' in ya coochie 

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song 

And you been on my mind all day 

(All day) 

I know you with it 

(Know you wit it, baby, uh) 

And I'mma do you like Kanye 

(Yeah) 

'Cause I'mma let you finish 

(Let you finish) 

You can get it 

(You can get it) 

Or we can do it East Coast style 

And I'll keep on my fitted 

I said I got the gangsta feelin' 

I feel like breakin' you off 

You off, you off 

Off 

We can take it way down south 

Rick Ross on the iPad 

('Cause you the boss, girl) 

Super-thick thighs and ya booty like 

Bombs over Baghdad 

(Boom) 

Wait, hold up 

She got a donk 

(Yup) 

She got a donk 

(Yup) 

She got a donk 

I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone 

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong 

But we can make love to a rap song 

Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

Go, shawty 

(Uh) 

It's ya birthday 

(Uh) 

We gon' party like it's ya birthday 

Where that new Jeezy CD? 

Put on that Yo Gotti 

I'm diggin' in ya coochie 

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song 

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag 

Right now you rockin' with the finest 

And I mean that 

(Uh) 

Really, you the finest and I mean that 

(Uh) 

Pants fitted, damn it, where ya jeans at? 

Makin' love to a rap song 

Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap 

Uh 

Like Akon, we could stack it all up 

(Yeah) 

Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up 

(Uh) 

(Hot) 

That's all shawty ever was 

Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks 

(Hot) 

Is all shawty ever been 

Blow a couple racks in 

Barney's on that Phillip Lim 

Ballin', it's ya birthday 

You know that champagne'll 

Get ya boy to first base 

Haters do they thing 

But we do it bigger 

Number one niggas 

Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender 

Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

Go, shawty 

(Uh) 

It's ya birthday 

(Uh) 

We gon' party like it's ya birthday 

Where that new Jeezy CD? 

Put on that Yo Gotti 

I'm diggin' in ya coochie 

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song 

Me and you, yo mama and yo cousin 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

A milli, a milli, a milli, a muthafucka, I'm ill 

Baby, we can make love to a rap song 

Go, shawty 

(Uh) 

It's ya birthday 

(Uh) 

We gon' party like it's ya birthday 

Where that new Jeezy CD? 

Put on that Yo Gotti 

I'm diggin' in ya coochie 

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song