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lirik lagu t-pain - blapper

[intro: t-pain]

[verse 1: t-pain]
i keep seeing n-ggas tryin’ to be my duplicates
running round acting like they be the p–p and sh-t
like they made a new groove and sh-t
i’m the leader of the new school and baby i got proof of it
i pop my collar girl got these rapper n-ggas singing like we are the world
holler girl they calling me a switcher
or is it the switches on this impala girl
i talk sh-t cause i can
smoking on that green we goin’ green eggs and ham
adada mean adada say i’m superclean get out my face
i had to go get f.a.b. again and
tha bizness on this motherf-cker slap again
nappy boy b-tch you know the team
if you ain’t get the picture yet check your photo stream

[chorus: krizz kaliko]
this right here on the trump n-gga that sh-t bump
n-gga that sh-t bump, n-gga that sh-t blank
n-gga that sh-t slap, n-gga that sh-t blap
so i’mma call it blapper, blapper
blapper, blapper, blapper, blapper
blapper, blapper, blapper, blapper
blapper, this is a blapper

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
t.u.k. tu-tu-turn up king
you n-ggas turn down like turnips
get your girl wetter than a scuba if she smell like tuna
she get kicked out the ride no fifa
so much t.r.u. religion i’m buddha, got hoes like luda
i will never ever miss a monifa
turn the music up i’mma pop a speaker
she hit me on twitter cause she know that i’m a tweaker
what you doing brah? sh-t i’m ’bout to murder this feature
pain put me in the game no bleachers, see ya
see my style and wanna sn-tch it, fires
later wanna call hifi ratchet (stop it)
that’s just lol i know you don’t hear me on the radio well
i don’t give a f
i’m going to the right and you goin’ to the left turn it!

[verse 3: krizz kaliko]
kali to the ba-uh-bay, ba-uh-ba-uh-baby
shout out to the ba-uh-business, rockin the pavement
i can get belligerent, ignorant, christopher crazy
deliver it hot, like it’s fresh up out of the bakery
a h-ll of a n-gga, you ain’t seen me on television and
everyone listenin’, me and nina be in your system
i still go stewey-ooey, making your girlfriend get real gooey-ooey
816 boyz missouri-ouri
this sh-t slaps like a bad kid
tecca nina but teddy pain look what f.a.b. did
i finger it like it’s the sphincter of a bad b-tch
this beat is so thick look like it already done had kids
so put this in your speaker box
call it an old school prank, cause this n-gga knocks
we reppin’ from the bay to the a to the k to the c
it’s a blapper with a capital b

[verse 4: tech n9ne]
i-dada mean, molly is my medicine
my mind, my dream, have her looking elegant
my highlight is goin’ fly by my wi-dife
and hoin’ my life is triumph for no one but that’s irrelevant
i’m tryin’ to party, b-tch i ain’t the president
i don’t swat flies, cause b-tch i am an elephant
i’m in the party like dada-dada
drinking with n.o.r.e. you know we got nadda fama
but i peace for s-x and, she’s my best friend
if she sleeps with tech then keep a heap of cheques in
my pad your lady give me money ain’t my bad
your problem, cause you wifed a b-tch in the ho column
and i’m happy the morning after, smashed her
beat it up h-lla quick like i was master ip
dip to my crib and i stash a grip
banging this beat i love it cause this a blapper b-tch

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