T-Pain

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• Titel: T-Pain-Church (Presidents Remix)
• Album: Dahmi Tape/Compil WwW.Dahmi-RecordZ.com
• Jaar: 2008

Songtekst:

Remiiiix de Church

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• Titel: Church featuring Teddy Verseti
• Album: Epiphany
• Jaar: 2007

Songtekst:

Ladies and Gentlemen
You already know what it is
OK, Yeah, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit
I'm trying to run in this motherfucker
I'm trying to anyways
Got two hard looking motherfuckers
C'mon

I was trying to enjoy my night but you then came here
Turned around looked mighty happy 'fore you came here
I then turn into a rude dude
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight I'm gonna knock out your
lights

You ain't doing nothing but running ya yapp yapp
You got to got to go get a couple homeboy I am strapped strapped
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight I'm gonna knock out your
lights

Dope little lady trying to hold you back you better listen to her
She better not talk that shit I'm gonna have to put some piss right through
her
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you had to fuck up the night now we got to fight I'm gonna knock out your
lights...
C'mon

[Chorus]
Yeah, damn, you think you're cool, you think I'm not - you think you tough
Damn, you think you hard, you think I'm soft, you think you rough
Damn, you talking shit, better close your lips, you need to hush
Before the end of the night I'm gonna have to take your ass to church
[x2]

It's Sunday at the park I'm chilling trying to get ma swerve on
Some little lane trying to run that game trying to get his serve on
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park I'm gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off

You ain't doing nothing but running your pie hole
You're gonna make me do something that get eye swolln'
I don't wanna be a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park I'm gonna put you in the dark clap on clap off

If that's your car you need to go ahead and get into it
Better not talk that shit you're gonna get bust something through it
I then turn into a rude dude man
Why you gotta fuck up the park gotta put you in the dark lights on lights off

[Chorus x2]

[Bridge]
Those niggas think they're hard, so why they think I'm not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like [gun shot] (you
don't wanna play around here)
I'm like those niggas think they hard, so why they think I'm not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like [gun shot] (you
don't wanna play around here)
Those bitches think they hard, so why they think I'm not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like [gun shot] (you
don't wanna play around here)
Those bitches think they hard, so why they think I'm not
Until I pull they card and I show them what I got kinda like [ gun shot] (you
don't wanna play around here)....let's do it

[Chorus x2]

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• Titel: Low-T-Pain feat Flo Rida
• Jaar: 2008

Songtekst:

Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)

What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
and I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon