1.Bang Bang Pow Pow(feat. Lil Wayne)
Lyricist：T-PainTyler WilliamsNoel FisherDwayne CarterJermaine
Preyan
Writer(s)：T-PainTyler WilliamsNoel FisherDwayne CarterJermaine
Preyan
My money right, my money-money
My bread good, good-good
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl？ that head good
Bang bang, pow pow
I do my thang-thang
Look at me now-now
My money right, my money-money
My cash up, up-up and away
Face down, face down, ass up
I rep my town-town, that's where I'm from-from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom
Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatloads of cash, bitch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
Company accounts and they all wanna course
Real talk I don't speak, even if it's： hi hater
I'm on top and I done locked the elevator
All these bitches say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in ya circle cause I don't fuck around
I get that money, that money-money
I live it, I want it, drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the fuck you gon' do？
Good, good, good
And I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah and ain't nobody gonna stop me, I'm doing it right now
So bang bang, pow pow, everybody say：
My money right, my money-money
My bread good, good-good
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl？ that head good
Bang bang, pow pow
I do my thang-thang
Look at me now-now
My money right, my money-money
My cash up, up-up and away
Face down, face down, ass up
I rep my town-town, that's where I'm from-from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom
Uh, I go so hard they call me Go So Hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
Fuckin' up the Church money like a alter boy
I got them yellow zannies, that's them Tonka toys
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and 'em
The hoes are all alike, they put the hoe in homonym
I think all these niggas sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget： bitch, I do it big, hippopotamus
Put that on my slime and 'em, no B-ball we stop and pop
No b-ball we got shit locked, swagger ill, wassup doc？
Make that pussy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off ya jeep, that bitch look like a mail truck
You pussy keep ya tail tucked, real niggas in this bitch
Get that pussy wet, fuck her then I jet, Kenny Smith
T-Pain voice： all I do is win, and shit
Young Money in yo' motherfuckin' face, blemishes
Owww
My money right, my money-money
My bread good, good-good
Shawty fuckin', wassup girl？ that head good
Bang bang, pow pow
I do my thang-thang
Look at me now-now
My money right, my money-money
My cash up, up-up and away
Face down, face down, ass up
I rep my town-town, that's where I'm from-from
So nigga pow pow, bom bom
2.Bottlez(feat. Detail)
Lyricist：T-PainNoel FisherMitch Cohn
Writer(s)：T-PainNoel FisherMitch Cohn
My money right, my money money very good (good, good)
Shawty f-ckin', wassup girl？ that head good
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from
So n-gga pow pow, bom bom
Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatload of cash,
Bitch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores if you open up the door
The accounts and they all wanna？
Real talk, I don't speak, even if it's hi hater
I'm on top and nothing like the elevator
All these bitches say Im fly and I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle cause I don't f-ck around
I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it,
Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down and the wind blow through
All I do is win, what the f-ck you gon do
Good, good, good
I do this for my
Hood, hood, hood
Yeah,
And aint nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now
So bang bang pow pow and everybody say
My money right, my money money very good (good, good)
Shawty f-ckin', wassup girl？ that head good
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from
So n-gga pow pow, bom bom
I go so hard they call me go so hard
You aint a king, you a joker card
F-ckin' up the Church money like an alter boy
I got them yellow ？
I go bonkers boy, I put that on my mom and 'em
The hoes are all alike, they put the hoe in
I think all these ni--as sound like me, That's a compliment
I told a midget bitch, I do it big hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and 'em
No B-ball; we stop and pop
No b-boy we got sh-t locked
Swagger ill, wassup doc
Make that p-ssy pop like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep,
That bitch look like a mail trunk
Ya p-ssy keep ya tail tucked, real n-ggas in this bitch
Get that p-ssy wet, f-ck her than I jet Kenny Smith
T-pain voice, all I do is win and sh-t
Young money in here ya muthaf-ckin' face
My money right, my money money very good (good, good)
Shawty f-ckin', wassup girl？ that head good!
Bang bang pow pow
I do my thang thang
Look at me now now
My money right, my money money cash up
Up up and away, face down, ass up
I rep my town town, that's where I'm from
So ni-gga pow pow, bom bom
3.It's Not You(It's Me)(T-Pain feat. Chuckie ＆ Pitbull)
Lyricist：Armando C. PerezT-PainClyde NarainFabian Lenssen
Writer(s)：Armando C. PerezT-PainClyde NarainFabian Lenssen
It's not you
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
T-Pain, Mr. Worldwide
Not you
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
It's not you
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
Oh oh oh
Not you
I know I be I be I be
All up in these clubs clubs
Playin' with these girls girls
Travelin' around the world
I know I be I be I be
Messin' with your feelin's
Money to the ceiling
It falls down to the floor
I know I'll be
Fist pump, fist pump
Fist pumpin' like a champ, yeah
The music got me amped, yeah
I'm catchin' leg cramps
I know I be I be
Messin' us up
And that's all that I do
So if we break up
I can tell you it's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
And I know I be trippin' trippin'
But I need you to listen
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
Even though I'm messin' up
I can't stay out of this club
It's not you!
Baby it's not you it's me
It's not you it's me
Baby it's not you it's me
It's not you it's me
Baby it's not you it's me
It's not you it's me
Baby it's not you it's me
It's the dog in me
I know we be we be
Kissin' all in public public
And girl I love it love it
Can't get enough of it
But girl lately lately
You been talkin' down down
Keep me with a frown frown
I can't keep you around
I know I be
Fist pump, fist pump
Fist pumpin' like a pro
Girl you already know
You've seen me do this before
I know I be messin' us up
But you can't tell me what to do
So if we break up
I can tell you it's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
And I know I be trippin' trippin'
But I need you to listen
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
Even though I'm messin' up
I can't stay out of this club
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
And I know I be trippin' trippin'
But I need you to listen
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
Even though I'm messin' up
I can't stay out of this club
It's not you
Baby it's not you it's me
It's not you it's me
Baby it's not you it's me
It's the dog in me
Baby it's not you it's me
It's not you it's me
Baby it's not you it's me
Woo
They slip, I grip
She dip, I dip
I hit, no text, no twitter
That girl's so bad
That thing so thick
And pain, you can bet I get her
Even the girls wanna hit her (all right)
So you know I'm gonna take one with her (for sho)
More for Voli, pour it like water, let's go
For sho fill the club like New Orleans
She this, she that, her ass so fat
And her kitty cat's down for a doggin'
Mira mamita, verdad que tu esta linda, rica y donita
Pero la verde que quiero tu amiguita
It's not you it's me I'm sorry, dale
So if we break up
I can tell you it's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
And I know I be trippin' trippin'
But I need you to listen
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
Even though I'm messin' up
I can't stay out of this club
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
And I know I be trippin' trippin'
But I need you to listen
It's not you, not you
It's not you, not you it's me
Even though I'm messin' up
I can't stay out of this club
It's not you
4.Default Picture
Lyricist：Michael GordonJon GordonT-PainDonald CookTremaine Winfrey
Writer(s)：Michael GordonJon GordonT-PainDonald CookTremaine Winfrey
Whoa, oho, oho, whoa,
I got a feeling in my bones that I can't get rid off
But that's probably the base
Can't get this picture out my mind, that I've seen on Twitter
The one of your face
Girl I'm just trying to see, if you feel just a little like me
So DM me back, don't do me like that
I wanna see your pretty ass in person, girl
But that's just not the case
Plus I'm way on the other side of the earth
And girl plane tickets too high for me to pay
I'm just trying to see, if you feel just a little like me
So you can give me a call
I ain't doing nothing at all
Girl you keep tweeting what your doing
Posting pictures
And I feel like I need to be posted with you
Laid up in the bed somewhere, smearing make up, messing up your
hair
Girl you keep making me spend my time
Checking on your timeline
You make me say whoa oho Yeah Yeah
I'm falling in love with your default picture.
You don't ever show up in my mentions girl.
Just say my name.
Must be some wrong with my eyes or my iPhone5.
Or is this even your page？
I'm just trying to see if you've got any interest in me.
Or am I bothering you？
Should I be unfollowing you？
And you be acting like that dude in that picture is your
boyfriend
But I know it's just a face,
Let me show you that I am better than him,
Just name a time and place.
Girl you gotta see that here's where I should be.
Girl you can give me a call
I just wanna talk to you that's all.
Girl you keep tweeting what your doing
Posting pictures
And I feel like I need to be posted with you
Laid up in the bed somewhere, smearing make up, messing up your
hair
Girl you keep making me spend my time
Checking on your timeline
You make me say whoa oho Yeah Yeah (x2)
I'm falling in love with your default picture
5.5 O'clock(feat. Lily Allen ＆ Wiz Khalifa)
Lyricist：T-PainHoward DonaldLily AllenGary BarlowJason OrangeMark
OwenGreg KurstinCameron ThomazStephen Robson
Writer(s)：T-PainHoward DonaldLily AllenGary BarlowJason OrangeMark
OwenGreg KurstinCameron ThomazStephen Robson
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping
It's 5 o'clock in the morning and I want ya
And you want me don't ya
I can see it
'Cause you've been waiting on me since I said that I was hittin'
the club
Something coming up on me and I know you be getting so horny
Cause you be sending me texts like, 'Boy just get your ass up in
that car
And come get all of this love'
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
You ain't got to remind me
She already said if I don't come home on time she might go crazy
And she'll be waiting on me naked with one of my chains on
She might come and find me
And then ask me kindly do I want her to go crazy
We do this every night
And then we always wake up singing the same song
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
(Yeah)
Conversation got boring
(Talk to me girl)
You said you'd go into bed soon
(Let's go)
So I snuck off to your bedroom
(C'mon)
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
(Wait on me)
(I won't let you stay lonely)
And I pretended I was sleeping
(Alright)
And I was hoping you would creep in
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
It's 5 o'clock in the morning and you calling
And these females got me stalling
I can hear your voice in my head like, 'What is he doing
Oh
What is he doing'
'Cause I keep checking my cell phone
And these missed calls
You texting me like, 'I'mma kill y'all
If you don't get your ass up out of that club
And you do know what time it is'
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
Ooh
My bad girl
This Nuvo got me tripping
And I know that you mad girl
But you ain't got to worry about nothing
Girl I got you
Girl I got you
She might come and find me
And then ask me kindly do I want her to go crazy
We do this every night and then
We always wake up singing the same song
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
(Yeah)
Conversation got boring
(Talk to me girl)
You said you'd go into bed soon
(Let's go)
So I snuck off to your bedroom
(C'mon)
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
(Wait on me)
(I won't let you stay lonely)
And I pretended I was sleeping
(Alright)
And I was hoping you would creep in
(Baby girl goodnight)
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
You ain't got nothing on
But the t-shirt that I left over your house
The last time I came and put it on ya
Too many thirsty girls up in this club
For me to leave here with one of them
That's why I call her
And you'll be right at home waiting for me
iPhone plugged in the wall just waiting for me
Club closed at 6
Left around 4：30
Yeah so by the time I'm at your crib
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
And you yawning
But I've been drinking all night
And I feel like performing with you in the bedroom
Floor to the dresser
Don't want nothing less 'cause I'm sure you're the best
You're the one so I let you
That's how you show me love
And when we finish you like, 'Damn babe
You woke me up'
I like you way you put it down likes it's for both of us
The sun ain't the only thing that's coming up
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Conversation got boring
You said you'd go into bed soon
So I snuck off to your bedroom
And I thought I'd just wait there until I heard you come up the
stairs
And I pretended I was sleeping
And I was hoping you would creep in
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
6.Sho - Time(Pleasure Thang)
Lyricist：T-PainDavid Balfour
Writer(s)：T-PainDavid Balfour
Ohh...
Nooo-oooooh
Whoa-wooo, nooooo
Girl (girl)
You better tie them heels up tight (up tight)
Cause I'ma make you work for it tonight (tonight)
You've been messin with me too long (too long)
Now it's time to come and get the game on, no ohhhh whoa
Cause you've been playin hard to get, now I got you here
Come on girl, yeahhh
Baby tell me what you wanna do (wanna do)
I know exactly what I'm doin to you (doin to you)
All you need is a t-shirt and a thong (c'mon)
And let me turn this camera on, no whoa ohh!
Cause you've been playin too hard to get, now I got you here
Yeah, come on girl
Yeah and I'll be like
Yeahhhh!
Girl I'm tryin to get this pleasure thang poppin
Shit will be stoppin
And you'll be like nooooo!
Girl I know you're nervous
But it ain't no time like showtime
No, it ain't no time like showtime
Come on girl
Baby come and lay down on your back (turn on your back)
Don't look at me like that (like that)
Cause you already knowin what it is (what it is)
You about to see me handle my biz, no-oooh-woo-oooooh
Girl I hoe you ready, you ain't never had it like this
Come on girl, yeah-e-heeee!
You know I ain't fakin so you scared now (scared now)
From the floor to the bed now
You believe everything I said now
Bite that pillow, grab that headboard, put your head down!
Noooooo!
Girl you wasn't ready, you can better feel your legs now
And when you feel that thing comin, all you gotta say is
Hey! Girl it's all about that pleasure thang (pleasure thang)
Better put your runnin shoes on
Energizer Bunny, baby I just keep goin and goin and goin all
night long
Tryin to make you feel good
Just like you knew I would
And if you ask if I finish what I start
Then all I got to say is
7.Rock Bottom
Lyricist：T-PainDavid Balfour
Writer(s)：T-PainDavid Balfour
Shawty! Hey!
Uh-huh, it's like a sin on top of a sin what I'd do to you
Uh-huh, over again and over again, you ain't gotta move
Uh-huh, and when you look into my eyes I got to go harder
Uh-huh, and when you climb on top of me I hit rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, rock bottom
She can't leave me alooooone, hey!
She got me thinkin (she got me thinkin) 'bout what I got (got)
She hop in the Lincoln (in the Lincoln) we hit my spot (we hit
my spot)
I got her drinkin (got her drinkin) she gettin hot (hot)
She want me on bottom, bottom, bottom
She saw my pinky (saw my pinky) that big ol' rock (rock)
That bitch is bling-blingin (bling-blingin) non-stop (stop)
And now she gettin kinky (gettin kinky) she want the top (top)
That means I'm on bottom, bottom, bottom
She be goin down and she come back up (up)
Girl stop messin with me! (with me!)
Take your clothes off, baby take a load off (off)
I'ma tell you what's it's gon' be! (gon' be!)
All kinds of touchin and rubbin, some of the lovin that you
never had (never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag (Gucci bag)
We gon' do somethin that make your daddy mad (mad)
Now baby put your hands up and say YEAH!
We hit the city (we hit the city) we in my drop (drop)
The DJ wicky-wicky (wicky-wicky) she gettin hot (hot)
She dancin by the speaker (by the speaker) that booty pop (pop)
She feelin that bottom, bottom, bottom
I'm gettin jiggy (gettin jiggy) I cut a rug (rug)
Niggaz give me daps (daps) bitches give me hugs (they give me
hugs)
She got me thinkin (got me thinkin) I'm in love (love)
In love with that bottom, bottom, bottom!
Left cheek, right cheek, make that (Booty Wurk) (work)
Shawty I ain't playin with you! (you!)
And then you go dutty wind, dutty wind, all dem go berserk
You know exactly what we gon' do
All kinds of touchin and rubbin, some of the lovin that you
never had (never had)
So let me get a rubber out this Gucci bag (Gucci bag)
We gon' do somethin that make your daddy mad (mad)
Now baby put your hands up and say YEAH!
8.Look A Her Go(feat. Chris Brown)
Lyricist：Chris BrownT-PainMathieu Jomphe
Writer(s)：Chris BrownT-PainMathieu Jomphe
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Boom!
Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing
Hey, come on baby
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot
Yelling you forgot me Wobbling back to the parking lot
Look at her go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
She walked, Wobbling Wobbling
Drop, drop it like it's hot
Go shake that booty, booty
Let me see that gucci print
Super stupid, you know what you doing here
Lose it, lose it, Get a bottle of loosen here
Tell me tizzle, all I do is win
Bang bang, baby I know that you won't stop
Walk up in the club, call radio one
Get rid of your friends they don't come
I'mma show you how to do this up
She walked, Wobbling Wobbling
Drop, drop it like it's hot
That yelling you forgot me Wobbling back to the parking lot
She stayed and popping, she poppin, she said that she don't
wanna stop
I got that chopper, that chopper, just case your nigga wanna
blow
She keep grinding on me
As she gon' feel something on her butt,
And she don't know what's happening up in that ass,
I tell you what,
I'mma take you to my hospital,
And get up in the cuts,
Sure you wanna get up on her butt
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot
Yelling you forgot me Wobbling back to the parking lot
Look at her go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
She walked, Wobbling Wobbling
Drop, drop it like it's hot
Damn, look at her go on it
On the floor, on it
She just dropped that on the flo'
Is she a pro,
Oh baby I've been looking for you for a while now
And I ain't playing with you, baby pull them draws down
Oooh she a freak and she know it
I got her right where I wanted her
Girl wobbly wobbly drop
Drop it like it's hot
Wobbly wobbly to the ground
I know you hear that bang bang
That's the bass in my Chevrolet
Gang bang, that's why me brought you here to celebrate
Super red and me and teddy in the Chevy with these hoes
Just look at her go
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Look at her go, yeah I see know what she doing
Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot
Yelling you forgot me Wobbling back to the parking lot
Look at her go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
Go go, do it girl
She walked, Wobbling Wobbling
Drop, drop it like it's hot
9.Mix'd Girl
Lyricist：T-PainChristopher WhitacreJustin Henderson
Writer(s)：T-PainChristopher WhitacreJustin Henderson
Hey... Yeah
This goes out to the (you know)
Hey, light skinned girl with the curly hair
Don't say you're from Delaware
I can't see it
Oh, I can't believe it
Ok, where your daddy from
Where your momma from
I need to meet dem
And tell your mom to come prove
And I bet she can't do it
But I think I'm in love with all of your features
Can I get a hug, it was so nice to meet ya
You and all of your friends look so exotic
So you go get them and I'm gonna get my partners
We can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to ya baby
You're telling me you're Japanese and I tell you maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my
wrist cause
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Asian, Jamaican
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Puerto Rican, Haitian
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Cuban and White
I'm trying to get mixed up tonight like
Excuse me miss, what's your name, where ya from, can I come
I'm looking for a mixed girl
I'm looking for a mixed girl
Excuse me miss
Skinny black girl with the real straight hair
I know it ain't no weave up there
If it is I can't see it
Oh, I can't believe it
OK, where your boyfriend, because I got dividends
Now are you listening or do you even speak English
Oh, I can't believe it
Mama I think I'm in love with all of that slow winding
I'm in the reggae club, she's gotta be from an island
Even all of your friends look so exotic
So she's gonna get them and I'm gonna get my partners
We can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You tell me you're from Duvall County and I'm gonna tell you
maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my
wrist cause
We can make it a night to remember, I won't lie to you baby
You're telling me you're Japanese and I tell you maybe
But you really got sex appeal, so I really gotta keep it real
Shorty, I want my fix, I put you on my list, I want you on my
wrist cause
10.I Don't Give A Fuck
Lyricist：Michael GordonJon GordonT-PainDonald CookTremaine Winfrey
Writer(s)：Michael GordonJon GordonT-PainDonald CookTremaine Winfrey
Hey! Yeah-hah
Nooo noooo, ohhhh
Heyyy!
Go 'head and go out wit'cha friends
Keep spendin my ends (oh 'All I Do Is Win,' yeah)
It's alright, it's okay
Cause you was finally gonna sneak and do it anyway
I don't give a fuck (oooh, go ahead)
I don't give a fuck (just stab me in the back)
I don't give a fuck (Apparently you love your friends more than
me)
But one day I'ma let you see that I don't give a fuck
Yeah! Three in the mornin, you ain't home yet
Girl what you doin？ (Doin)
Now I done called all your friends, the phone in my Benz
Who the hell are you with？ (You with)
Now when you left here, you said you was gone
But you ain't say you wasn't comin back home
That's fucked up
Oh that's fucked up
Yeah! Three forty-five (forty-five) I'ma find ya
Girl you got me lookin everywhere (where)
I feel like you've been cheatin (you've been cheatin)
Anyway but a nigga like me don't share (share)
Girl what has got into yo' head？ (Yo' head)
You act brave, so don't get scared
when you see my truck (yeah)
Do you think baby I don't give a fuck？
Yeah! It's 4：30, still ain't made it in
Who you think you foolin？ (Foolin, foolin)
Insecurity (ty) finally settin in (in)
Who are you screwin？ (Screwin, screwin)
I've been sittin here sippin on this Nuvo (Nuvo)
How you come in here with that Four Loko？
That's fuck up
Oh that's fucked up
Yeah! You don't know the time, are you lyin？
I know you had them legs in the air (air)
Tracks comin out (out) weave all crooked (crooked)
Somebody been pullin your hair (hair)
Girl, you think you smart
Tell him come and help you start
packin yo' stuff (yeah)
Do you think baby I don't give a fuck？
One day I'ma let you see
One day I'ma let you see, that I don't give a fuck
No no no no, cause I don't give a fuck
Oh no no no, one day I'ma let you see
that I don't give a fuck, oh no no
One day I'ma let you see that I don't give a fuck
Oh no no no, no
11.Drowning Again(feat. One Chance)
Lyricist：T-Pain
Writer(s)：T-Pain
Hmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmm
Waves upon waves keep me down
And I can't get to the top
But when I get there I'll still be nowhere
Cause I ain't find the one I love
And if I make it out then we should talk about
how you left meeeeeeeeeeeee
Just how you left me
You should come see how good it would beeeeeeeee...
to come drown meeeeeeee
Oh-ohhhhh
Ohhh-ohhhhhh
Days upon days I've been floatin
And you don't care if I die or not
But when I'm deceased I hope you will be
dyin next to me in my watery grave
And before we go I just, want my baby to know
how it feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeels to beeeee...
You should come see, how good it would beeeeeeeee...
Heyyyy yeahhhhh
Drownin againnnnnnnn, in your love
Ohhhhhh, in your love
Drownin againnnnnnnn
Ohh-ohhhh, in your love
Drownin in your love againnnnn
Ohh-ohhh in your love
Drownin again in your love
Your love
Oooh
12.When I Come Home
Lyricist：T-PainDavid Balfour
Writer(s)：T-PainDavid Balfour
Hey, No No No No!
Hey, Na Na Na
I can hear my baby saying my name, (Na Na Na)!
But I don't see my baby in time, (Na Na Na)!
Without you in here, It ain't the same
I didn't mean word I said to you last night
If you decide to pick up the phone, oh baby
I'll be waiting for you, Oh Woo
Tell me what's wrong, I didn't mean to ignore you
Don't quit me baby I can fix it baby
Being by myself is now my biggest fear
Cuz I want you here when I come back
There ain't nothin' I look more forward to than that
And I want you here when I come home
Cuz I can't stand to be alone, you gotta be here
When I come back, No
When I come back, Oh No
When I come back, No
When I come back, Oh No
Hey, Na Na Na
I can hear you telling to come home, (Na Na Na)!
But you may not even be there, (Na Na Na)!
We not gon make it if I'm always gone, oo whoa
Plus u told me you won't going anywhere, Oh No
If you decide to pick up the phone, oh baby
I'll be waiting for you, Oh Woo
Tell me what's wrong, I didn't mean to ignore you
Don't quit me baby I can fix it baby
being by myself is now my biggest fear
Cuz I want you here when I come back
There ain't nothin' I look more forward to than that
And I want you here when I come home
Cuz I can't stand to be alone, you gotta be here
When I come back, No
When I come back, Oh No
When I come back, No
When I come back, Oh No
Hey, Na Na Na
13.Best Love Song(feat. Chris Brown)
Lyricist：Chris BrownT-PainTremaine Winfrey
Writer(s)：Chris BrownT-PainTremaine Winfrey
Turn up the bass, turn up the treble,
I'm about to take it to a whole another level!
DJ turn off what you're playin',
I want the whole club to hear what I'm sayin'!
Because this girl means so much to me,
And now we're on the floor and she touchin' me.
And if I wanna take her home
It's gotta be better than what they do on the radio!
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best (the best) love song she ever heard in
her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her
life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smilin,
And if you feel that way
Go 'head and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like eh, eh, eh, eh,
eh, eh, eh, eh
Turn up the lights, give me a mic
I'm bout' to sing it to her just how she likes
Jump off the stage bombs away,
Crowd surfin' all the way (cowabunga)
You know it's right, just do the wave
Girl just move your body like a snake
And if you wanna get with me
Put your hands in the air, show me that energy
It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best (the best) love song she ever heard in
her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her
life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smilin,
And if you feel that way
Go 'head and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like eh, eh, eh, eh,
eh, eh, eh, eh
Homie kiss your girl
Shawty kiss your man
We can see you on the kissing cam
Now show me some love (yeah yeah)
Show me some love (yeah yeah)
Now look her in the eye, say baby I love you
I never put no one above you
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like eh
And if you feel that way
Go ahead and kiss your baby
And now we've got the whole stadium in love like
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Oh, oh, oh
14.Turn All the Lights On(feat. Ne-Yo)
Lyricist：Lukasz GottwaldT-PainHenry WalterShaffer Smith
Writer(s)：Lukasz GottwaldT-PainHenry WalterShaffer Smith
Turn all the lights on!
Take off your shoes (shoes shoes)
Ain't nobody gon' see nothin'
Bring out the booze (booze booze)
Baby girl stop frontin'
I ain't got nothin' to (lose lose lose)
And I ain't gotta to work no more
Fuck that place, fuck my boss
I'm about to ball girl what it cost
So I'm going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
And now I'm with my friends
Let the party begin!
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!
Give me that glass, little bit of ice
Pour that rain in there
This must be her song
Dancing like ain't nobody else in here
Sexy as she wanna be and she
Dancing next so close to me
I said please excuse
You steppin' on expensive shoes
Shawty is a perfect ten
This angelic body made you sin
I love the way you get it in
Come over here and shake it for a gentleman
Cause you want it
We're going hard
I need some lights it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
And now I'm with my friends
Let the party begin!
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights, it's way too dark
Oh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!
I'm drinking something
I'm touching something
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something
I'm touching something
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something tonight
I'm touching something tonight
They need to turn up the lights
(Turn up the lights)
I'm drinking something tonight
I'm touching something tonight
They need to turn up the lights
Somebody
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Turn all the lights on!
A-a-a-a-a-a-a a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-a
Put your hands up if you're going hard
I need some lights it's way too dark
Ooh yeah I'm going in
Okay okay I'm with my friends
Let the party begin
Turn all the lights on!
15.Center Of The Stage(feat. R. Kelly ＆ Bei Maejor)
Lyricist：T-PainBrandon GreenWillie PooleR. Kelly
Writer(s)：T-PainBrandon GreenWillie PooleR. Kelly
Yeah...
Shawty...
Yeah...
La da da da, Bei Major are you ready？
Uh huh
Bei Major are you ready？
Uh huh
Do it for the 85
Woah
85
Woah
Let's go
Where she was？
She was in the center of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)
T-Pain
Nappy Boyyyyy!
I swear this girl so fineeee
She moving so fast (fast)
Putting creases in my t-shirt with her ass (ass)
Baby that's your theme song put it on the glass (glass)
I just wanna backstage pass
And you so fly
I just wanna do ya (do ya)
Get ya to my crib and seduce ya (duce ya)
And have you screamin (HOLLA)
While I'm giving it to ya (to ya)
Baby they lame i'm cooler
So let me know
If I can be the one to show
How bad you make a nigga wanna goooo
To the ATL and come back with a grip so I can see you
On the center of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)
Kellz
Till I saw lil mama in action
Still (Still) ridiculous
Wanna lick her like a liquorice
Tease her till that thang becomes ticklish (yehehehe yehehehe)
Got me throwing all my money on the floor (floor)
Cause she the baddest mutha fucka on the floor (floor)
That's even when the lights come on (come on)
Not like these other chicks when the lights come on (on)
Just wanna put her in the coupe and take her home (home)
Center of the stage when I get shawty alone
Cause u bending over well
It looks like a car
Drove all the way up north just to see that booty south (south)
In the center of the stage
Showin me love (love)
I was so amazed throwin up dubs (Shawty tell me)
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch (touch you)
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... (hahaha)
T-Pain what she do？
She got me trippin dawg (trippin dawg)
Shawty butt naked just getting off (getting off)
I gotta deliver there I'm a tip it off (tip it off)
Already got her in club
Shawty what it do tryna get in
You you you... you you
I spend my chips on you
Spend my money
You you
Spend my money
You you
Spend my money
Once shawty In the center of the stage
Showin me love (love)
I was so amazed throwin up dubs (dubs)
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch (I just wanna touch you)
Maybe catch a grub like it's only us
In the middle of the stage
Showin me love
I was so amazed throwin up dubs
Baby what it is？ I just wanna touch
Maybe get some... Keeelllzzz
T-Pain, Bei Major (auto tune yeahhh)
16.Regular Girl
Lyricist：T-Pain
Writer(s)：T-Pain
Yeah
Now come on
Yeah
Come, come on
Aaaahaahhh
(Bass)
She see me in the streets
In my regular clothes
She like my car
With the regular doors
I'm with my peeps
They just my regular bros (she knows)
And I am not fly
Nooo
She see me in my whip (whip, whip)
She like when I drive (drive, drive)
My truck rattlin'
Like I got a bunch of new balls in my ride
And how do I know (know, know)
'cause every time I ride by
She say aaaahaahhh
And if I see that ass in the club I'ma step to her like
Hey regular girl
Do you like regular men
Somebody said you was a 7
Right here we call you twenty twin twin (nigga)
And if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey
(Uhem uhem uhem)
She like it like that (yeah put it where you want it)
The front to the back (yeah put it where you want it)
The Benz or the 'Lac (yeah put it where you want it)
How you gonna act (shawty)
Hey if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Okay, hey
(Bass)
They see me up in Nine Coor
That's my regular club
I don't wanna be a star
They show me regular love
And all my rims don't spin
Pullin' up on the regular dubs
She knows she feeling my style
Yeah
She lovin my clique (clique, clique)
She like how we roll (roll, roll)
50 cars date
20 do swall
And how do I know
'cause every time that we go
She say aaaahaahhh
And every time I see her in the club I just step to her like
Hey regular girl
Do you like regular men
Somebody said you was a 7
Right here we call you twenty twin twin (nigga)
And if you a regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey
(Uhem uhem uhem)
She like it like that (yeah put it where you want it)
The front to the back (yeah put it where you want it)
The Benz or the 'Lac (yeah put it where you want it)
How you gonna act (shawty)
Hey if you regular girl
Put your hands up in the air
And say aaaahaahhh
Hey
(Bass)
17.Nothin'(feat. E - 40 And Detail)
Lyricist：T-PainEarl StevensNoel FisherTremaine Winfrey
Writer(s)：T-PainEarl StevensNoel FisherTremaine Winfrey
You niggas ain't nothing, nothing, nothing
See me undercover fist poppin' with your cousin
Pull up to the club, let you hear the speakers bump
With a honey in the Hummer got her cumming on my thong
I get second to none, drummer steady drumming
And I don't need keys, I'm just stumping on the button
Shawty want my lovin' she not thinking of the others
So I told her get in line, she can come and take a number
She looking at my pocket like she getting something from me
And if she thinks she is then this bitch is really dumb
And I'm a boss, get lost, Maybach, Rick Ross
I'm looking for a chick with the ability to get that booty
jumping
You see what I got kicking put my meat up in that oven
And when it's all over, you can get ready for supper
They say that I'm a porn star, call me T pumper
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
Hey I got you shakin' that thing like-
Hell no, hell no,
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'
Hey look at this motherfuckin' rug that I'm cutting
These bitches act sedated but these chickens steady clucking,
Like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'
And they don't give a fuck if I'm up in the Maserati,
Or I'm ducking in the bucket and I love it
Big Chain, teddy p, T-Pain, that's me
I do my thang, 28's turning lane
They see me with a couple bad bitches and they know I keep it
trucking
Bottle of that drink and I'm feeling kinda lucky
And if they're playing games it's the deuces that I'm talking
Cause they know why they came they ain't fucking, nigga fuck
them
In the hood, wassup？ Damn right you gonna let a nigga cut
Fo' sho', me no, Teddy playin' from the A50 plus a nigger ain't
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
What you say
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin',
Hey I got you shakin' that thing like-
Hell no, hell no,
Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it
Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin'
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