stop Young Money, Lil Wayne then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it out back tomorrow don't worry Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
t understand She make the people say yeeeeahhhhhh, yeahhhhhhh. [T-Pain:] I could put u in a log cabin Somewhere in Aspen, Girl ain't nothin teddy pain, Ain't
Chorus:] He Raps... He Sangs... He do his thang... He does... We does... Everythang you wish you was... it's T-wayne (it's T-pain)... Bang(Bang)... He Raps... He Sangs... He
rock, let it rock. Now the son's disgraced, he who knew his father. When he cursed his name, turned and chased the dollar. But it broke his heart so he
better have ya bungee cord, Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that, Yung wid
Virginia You in the scope like a muthafucka Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he
me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach. Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
[DJ Drama] (Dramatic Nigga) [Drake] Uh, well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords
jerk/ not like Allen nor Paul ear but u can still get hurt/ u got speak a little louder cause a Nigga got small ear/ either that or he ain't wanted around
coupe Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne Fly wit Birdman Jr. wave hi to planes Say bye to lames don't buy they game If he don't score in the
Chorus) he rap (he sang), and he do (his thang), and he does (we does) everything you wish you was its t-wayne (t-pain) bang (baang) he rap (he sang), he
her too im talkin bout shawty got something about her, shawty got this thing about her, shawty got that thing make you wannna wrap a ring around her wanna rap and sing
let it rock, let it rock Now the son's disgraced, he who knew his father When he cursed his name turned and chased the dollar But it broke his heart so he
Rock (Verse 2: Kevin Rudolf) Now the son's disgraced He, who knew his father When he cursed his name Turned, and chased the dollar But it broke his heart So he
love the kids Yellow brick road lookin' for the Wiz But when it rains, it pours for real Def Jam said I'm no Lauryn Hill Can't rap and sing on the same CD The public won't
(T-Pain) Nappy boy entertainment, I can??t explain it yeah, shout out to young money, young mula baby, watch out for T-Wayne he rap he sing, hey, lets
Power Rangers. (haha!) You be lookin? at little boys. I think that?s whack son. Bcuz you can?t spell therapist. (the rapist) Without Michael Jackson. [Chorus] This is my rap
Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to
