“Rap Song” by T-Pain featuring Rick Ross was released in 2010 as part of T-Pain’s album “Revolver.” T-Pain’s signature auto-tune vocals and catchy hooks are showcased in the track, while Rick Ross adds his signature rap style to the collaboration. The T Pain Rap Song Lyrics received positive reviews and is a notable example of T-Pain’s influence on contemporary R&B and hip-hop. Check out the T Pain Rap Song Lyrics and Video here…

T Pain Rap Song Lyrics

Nappy Boy, ooooh weeOoooh weeEverybody say yeaaaahOh 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?)And I don’t need no background music, girlI turn it loud nowI got the gangsta feelin’And I’ma do somethin’ to youTo you, to youOhWe can take it over The BayWhere 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 p-ssy, babyAnd we can all night long (haha)I’m bout to have yo’ head goneAnd I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrongBut we can make love to a rap song

And you been on my mind all day (all day)I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I’ma 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 fittedI said I got the gangsta feelin’I feel like breakin’ you offYou off, you offOffWe can take it way down southRick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss’ girl)Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)Wait, hold upShe got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donkI’m bout to have yo’ head gone

And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrongBut we can make love to a rap song

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swagRight now you rockin’ wit the finest and I mean that (uh)Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?Makin’ love to a rap songPort of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhhLike 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 wasBalenciaga bags cost a couple bucks(Hot) is all shawty ever beenBlow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip LimBallin’, it’s ya birthdayYou know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first baseHaters do they thing, but we do it biggerNumber one n-ggasRozay and that boy Teddy Pender

Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousinBaby we can make love to a rap songA milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m illBaby we can make love to a rap songGo shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)We gon’ party like it’s ya birthdayWhere that new Jeezy CD?Put on that Yo GottiI’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap songMe and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousinBaby we can make love to a rap songA milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I’m illBaby we can make love to a rap songGo shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)We gon’ party like it’s ya birthdayWhere that new Jeezy CD?Put on that Yo GottiI’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song

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