Lyrics:
Everybody know I got it, if you want it, then get at it
But I ain't gon have it,
No I ain't gon have it
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid
don't worry 'bout a damn thang
(It feels good, yeah)
Dang, dang, I don't wanna go
The party ain't a party if it ain't, Naughty
Body to body dance,
your brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be
your brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be
to hit a better lick
If it ain't coming up with the dopest shit
Then I'm trying to cop the thickest brick
'Cause life in the belly of the best
Is
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
the bag
Big dawg you niggas is trash
To much power spin the block and crash
Said things I ain’t mean, my bad
Hide it well never find the Stash
3 Point line
that line, run it up the flagpole
With Elton, see if he's cool with it
Don't stand there and look stupid at me
Bitch, I ain't in the mood for this
know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same
It's like when niggas make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't
but I got bigger plans
Lord just help them see in all belief ain't no more "bigger mans"
If I find what I'm looking for, it's over for me
Yeah I see it
can't be your man, no ma'am
I know what's on your brain
You're probably hopin' never would end
Like is it the real thing
Or is it just a one night
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me n**** holla my set and watch 'em ride
Outlaw mother f***ers till we die in this life I lead
It ain't
to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition taking red showers
Grieving mothers calling 1-800-Flowers
My repertoire burn your ashes
Ha pop pop
Unload rounds
Colt 40 dropping bodies to the ground
Cruising
Aint no time for defeat
Momma raised no bitch I got an SRT
Ha look
This a 392
If I could climb a tree
Climb a tree
Climb a tree
Climb a tree
It'd be my family tree
Family tree
Family tree
Family tree
To see my mother
My mommy
to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds
Mama had a baby and its head popped off
swayed see
I know your tactics no reactions?
Don't worry, it's a good thing
Y'all ain't catch it i said, "Star
You went Swayze" that let's me know y'all
that's your thing
Bring weapons too
Whatever you got
Inside this ring
Because whatever you chumps do
I don't feel a thing
Mother fuckin pansies
Try
a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no time (time) for the D-Q
I say who-dee-who
[Static]
Pass me the courvoisier
It's
Jackie Moon
If he move a muscle, then I see food
Now Colts strapped in a padded room
I'm wreaking havoc too cause i've had it too
Turned 21 I'm in a savage
baby loaded like I'm lux
Built ford tough I'm the dude that ya' man shouldn't trust
Why cuz I don't give a damn if you cuffed
I ain't whining and dining
know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same
It's like when niggas make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't
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