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t-pain - nuthin' كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: t-pain]
you n-ggas ain’t nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
see me undercover, fist pumpin’ with your cousin
pull up to the club, let ya hear the speakers bump
wit’ a honey and a hummer, got her c-mmin’ on my thumb
i am second to none, drummer steady drummin’
and i don’t need keys, i’m just thumpin’ on the b-tton
shawty want my love and she not thinkin’ nothin’ of it
so i told her, “get in line,” she can come and take a number
she lookin’ at my pocket like she gettin’ something from me
and if she think she is, then this b-tch is really dumb and
i’m a boss, get lost, maybach, rick ross
i’m lookin’ for a chick wit’ the ability to keep that booty jumpin’
ya see what i got cookin’? 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 p-rnstar, call me t-pumper

[hook: detail & t-pain]
what ya say? what ya say?
yeah, got her shakin’ that thing like it’s
(huh) (h-ll naw!) (h-ll naw!)
said her -ss so fat, she ain’t even tryna tuck it
got her suckin’ and f-ckin’ like it’s nothin’, nothin’, nothin’

[verse 2: t-pain]
look at this motherf-ckin’ rug that i’m cuttin’
these b-tches act sidity but these chickens steady cluckin’
like it’s nothin’, nothin’, nothin and they don’t give a f-ck if
i’m up in the maserati or i’m duckin’ in a bucket and i love it
big chain, teddy p, t-pain, that’s me
i do my thang, twenty-eights, turnin’ lane
they see me wit’ a couple bad b-tches and they know i keep it truckin’
bottle of that drink and i’m feelin’ kinda lucky
and if they playin’ games, it’s the deuces that i’m chuckin’
cause they know why they came, they ain’t f-ckin’? n-gga, f-ck ’em
in the b-tt, what’s up? d-mn right, you gon’ let a n-gga cut
fo sho’, yee ain’t know? teddy pain from the 8-5-0, p-ssy n-gga ain’t

[verse 3: e-40]
she might be 19, but she ain’t green
her coochie get sticky and goopy like vaseline (uh!)
but i’m much growner, so i sick my son, droop-e, on her
he knocked it out the park, hit a homer all four quarters
zip of broc’ and a six-pack of corona
d-mn fool, he a boss like his pops, ganged-up, h-lla cool (b-tch!)
when i slide through the function, kisses and huggin’
h-lla alcohol and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout rubbin’
squares mean muggin’, cause we forward and they backwards
they got a ‘n’ on they chest for “nothin'”
i got a ‘s’ on my chest for “somethin'” (uh!)
so, what i told that square -ss poodle? (what you tell that money?)
“i’ll spaghetti yo’ noodle!” (yo’ noodle)
she off ciroc and that henny and that landy
got on pink panties lookin’ like nuvo, bi-otch!

[hook: detail & (t-pain)]
what ya say? what ya say?
yeah, got her shakin’ that thing like it’s
(huh) (h-ll naw!) (h-ll naw!)
said her -ss so fat, she ain’t even tryna tuck it
got her suckin’ and f-ckin’ like it’s nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
what ya say? what ya say?
yeah, got her shakin’ that thing like it’s
(huh) (h-ll naw!) (h-ll naw!)
said her -ss so fat, she ain’t even tryna tuck it
got her suckin’ and f-ckin’ like it’s nothin’, nothin’, nothin’

- t pain

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