Rap Song - T-Pain/Rick Ross

Nappy Boy ooh wee

Ooh wee

Everybody say yeah

Oh oh oh

Hey eh eh eh eh

We been messin' 'round for a long time

(Long time)

A while now

(While now uh)

And you already know what's on my mind

(Mind)

It's goin' down now

(Down now)

And I don't need no background music girl

I turn it loud now

I got the gangsta feelin'

And I'mma do somethin' to you

To you to you

Oh

We can take it over The Bay

Where my Mistah FAB at

(FAB at uh)

Or just put on that NWA

Comin' straight outta Compton on that p**sy baby

And we can all night long

(Ha ha)

I'm 'bout to have yo head gone

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong

We can make love to a rap song

Me and you yo mama and yo cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli a muthaf**ka I'm ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty

(Uh)

It's ya birthday

(Uh)

We gon' party like it's ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in ya coochie

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

And you been on my mind all day

(All day)

I know you with it

(Know you wit it baby uh)

And I'mma do you like Kanye

(Yeah)

'Cause I'mma 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 fitted

I said I got the gangsta feelin'

I feel like breakin' you off

You off you off

Off

We can take it way down south

Rick Ross on the iPad

('Cause you the boss girl)

Super-thick thighs and ya booty like

Bombs over Baghdad

(Boom)

Wait hold up

She got a donk

(Yup)

She got a donk

(Yup)

She got a donk

I'm 'bout to have yo' head gone

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong

But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you yo mama and yo cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli a muthaf**ka I'm ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty

(Uh)

It's ya birthday

(Uh)

We gon' party like it's ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in ya coochie

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

My jeans sag boy gotta mean swag

Right now you rockin' with the finest

And I mean that

(Uh)

Really you the finest and I mean that

(Uh)

Pants fitted damn it where ya jeans at

Makin' love to a rap song

Port of Miami Trilla Deeper Than Rap

Uh

Like 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 was

Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks

(Hot)

Is all shawty ever been

Blow a couple racks in

Barney's on that Phillip Lim

Ballin' it's ya birthday

You know that champagne'll

Get ya boy to first base

Haters do they thing

But we do it bigger

Number one niggas

Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender

Me and you yo mama and yo cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli a muthaf**ka I'm ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty

(Uh)

It's ya birthday

(Uh)

We gon' party like it's ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in ya coochie

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

Me and you yo mama and yo cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli a milli a milli a muthaf**ka I'm ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty

(Uh)

It's ya birthday

(Uh)

We gon' party like it's ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD

Put on that Yo Gotti

I'm diggin' in ya coochie

While we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song