T-Pain

Lyrics

[Intro] (NineOne) [Chorus: Pete and Bas] I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer I serve packet, they bounce back on the regular And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain" Your mumma's hooked on the packs I been selling her I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang The magazine make me lean when I walk And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band [Verse: Pete and Bas] Hop in a cab and banging me crossword, uh I'm heading to west and I'm banging a posh bird, uh A couple of cans and a puff on me death stick, uh A click of me fingers, he's cutting me kofte Ringing the bow bells, bringing the waps out I'm flinging the dry food, bringing the cats out They're belling me non-stop, sending the lads out I hop in me drop top, I'm running a man down Mr. Big Bucks, I be looking the business Dressed to kill, mumma got me up on her hit list Pole position, had her fella running the distance I be banging her, banging her, banging her, giving her triplets The bigger the back, the bigger the butt crack The bigger the chance the bird's up in me contacts Her figure's a big deal, a pen on a contract Sign me up, baby, give a tip of me top hat And I've been whipping the white, puffing a Benson Pushing the pack, the full stack like I'm benching Give 'em the fish scale, they slide like a penguin Flipping the chicken, my bills wide, fuck a pension Slow-mo vision, I been puffing a peace pipe Selling three-fives to the fiends by the seaside I'ma tear lines in the seams of my Levi's With a stack thicker than Nicki Minaj behind Birds whistle when I walk like this Best listen when I talk like this I'm outside on the curb with me tats out If he's hard, he can try chalk line this Chain swinging when I walk like this Heads bopping when I talk like this I'm outside on the curb with the straps out Have a laugh, you ain't gonna chalk line shit [Chorus: Pete and Bas] I spin fellas, my swing quicker than Federer I serve packet, they bounce back on the regular And I'ma tell a hussie, "Sing for me, T-Pain" Your mumma's hooked on the packs I been selling her I click hammers and bang 'em and let my nuts hang I fill his head with the lead like a mukbang The magazine make me lean when I walk And the drumstick'll make an head bang like a punk band