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In the back of my Lincoln with the suicide doors. T-Pain, J Lyriq, Nappy Boy. Hit me on my hot line, I am so lonely now so hustle. Baby that is alright with me In the back of my Lincoln with the
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Nappy Boy, * You get me so energetic, everythin' is copacetic. Slide with a nigga, I'm so electric and baby girl you can bet it all. And you ain't gotta sweat it, go home put on that dress. Let's
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. (Yeah) I got money on me. (Yeah) Baby girl no problem. (Yeah) You rolling shawty?. (Yeah) Lets hit McDonald's. It's T. P. and C. B. I'm the nappy boy and pretty boy She want that lovey-dovey. That
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of Nappy Boi. Fallin' on yo' body, hit this and be quiet. 'Cause everybody in the club know I start the party Just washed my shoes, the gator's too clean. Don't mess around and make me have to do
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want it. I bet I air it like BNB. Nappy Blue wildin' in my section. And I keep that . 38 for the weapon. Remember when I came home from corrections (uh-huh). All the bad bitches in my direction (uh). She
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making. My mac lip gloss my baggy, while Keekee takes a nappy. Dont hang with Jen cause shes a bitch and she aint got no cashy. My daddy, my daddy he owns a hum. who knows, who cares. All I know is Im
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. 0200. 340If you keep playing with my fitted we gone get it, get it, get it. 0204. 540Girl, I represent the Nappy Boy clique, so I know that you heard. 0209. 910Say word. 0211. 760(Nappy Boy). 0212
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Baby give me a reason so I can touch it how I want to. And make love to you how them other lame *** want to. Gone girl what you gone do, on my nappy head. You can pull with my nappy dreads if you want
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Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets. This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live. Via satellite from the Never Never Tunnels. Now dig the rituals for today, is good music. So sit
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we gonna bring it out. (We gonna bring that bitch out, nappy headed hoe!). This 2008 right? We fin' to take over this 2008, 2009 thang man. It's goin down man. We got so much * we fin' to hit
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be riding through the town. Verse 3 Lil Yachty. When you hear that speaker sound, ound, ound. You know who it is, Lil Boat in your town. Whoa this beat so happy I will never frown. And my hair so nappy
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'cause I'm prettier than you?. If I looked like you I'd wanna cut mine too. You nappy headed bitch, I don't need no weave. I would take your man but he ain't got no cheese, so * you Chorus. (*
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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
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talk to you, let me buy you a drink. I'm T-pain, you know me. Konvict music nappy boy ooh. I know the club close at three. What's the chances that you are rollin' wit' me?. Back to the crib, show
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good?. We ship platinum, them bitches are shipping wood. Them nappy headed hoes but my kitchen good. I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish. A bitch would. huh. Hook. You a stupid hoe, you a, you
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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
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H. P. bed. A daddy by the time you're twenty-one. If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun. But you're here and you're there. Well there's guys like you just everywhere. Looking back on
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and you dead. The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head. Sprung, niggas call her Lips and Lungs. Nappy dugout get the * out. Cause women like you gets no respect. Bitch you better run a check So
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talk to you, let me buy you a drink. I'm T-pain, you know me. Konvict music nappy boy ooh. I know the club close at three. What's the chances that you are rollin' wit' me?. Back to the crib, show
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' boy,. Midnight train Gladys Knight lookin boy,. You poor lookin boy, Don Imus ol' nappy headed ho lookin' boy,. Dick in your booty that smell lookin' boy,. Do you run with the KY jelly lookin' boy
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on a dollar cuz I'm who they trust in. . Ey yo SB, what the *'s good?. We ship platinum, them bitches is shippin wood. Them nappy headed hoes, but my kitchen good. I wish I wish I wish I wish a
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Betty you got, with rubber thighs Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country. But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy. Lawed this boy's gone, from dirty to
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through it. To all the nappy heads I got you baby. We 'bout make it, yes, indeed and we gonna get through it So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life. What you think, what you know?. Yes, alright
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E-40. UHH~! Where I stay they gotta temper they locks. Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!). No funk abusin the cops. Droppin off yola in the Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot
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fishing pole. When I stick it to you, girl, you'll be happy. I'm gonna work it to a sweat, fly you a nappy That look good, so good and so tight. Come on, girl, let me rip the mic. 'Cause if you do I
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man a penny. When we walked in the jam fans met us at the door. They yelled, "We love you Salt and Pepa!" "Yes, we love y'all even more!". Some foul, wack, nappy bitty tried to step to Spinderella
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with my infrared You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger. It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger. Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya. But now I gotta wet'cha Now I gotta wet'cha. (Wet'cha). Now
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Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff. But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch. The naughty nappy nasty nigga the nasty trashy hoe happy pappy. That's Happi to be
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Buy You A Drink. I'm T-Pain, You Know Me. Konvict Music nappy boy. Where'd you go. I miss you so. Seems like it's been forever,. That you've been gone. You should let me love you. Let me be the one to
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Nappy boy (hey) pretty boy. Nappy boy (hey) pretty boy Turn up the bass, turn up the treble,. I'm about to take you to a whole another level. DJ turn off what you're playing,. I want the whole
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in crackerjacks. Punan' Don happy. Givin' up that nappy dug out. Get the cut up, then I cut out. Why you standin' there wit yo' butt out And it's always in the back of my mind. Whatever the place
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, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off. Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness. My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses
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between her thighs. It look just like a camel foot. Can I look can I rub it. Matter fact * that let me cut it. Can I touch it can I *** it. That hairy nappy fat rabbit. Meet me there I take a
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. I'm African-American, I'm African. I'm black as the moon, heritage of a small village. Pardon my residence. Came from the bottom of mankind. My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and
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, slightly re-arranged. I must admit, it's kinda strange To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots. And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits. I got a big truck, it's parked up the block
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my DJ's name, Cut Creator. Now you know, what do you know, Earl roles the weed. I go to the store and get Old Gold. So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back. Cause there's a ten to one
