T-Pain

T-Pain - Nappy Boy Or Die lyrics

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Yeah Pree Ringz

We Going In

I'm going in Nappy Boy Bitch

Or die

Dammmnn

Ay Ay Thr33 Ringz nigger

I got my man young cash here reppin duvade county man

This is ya Tallahassee's homes here you no what this is right cheer

Nappy Boy

Ay

Bitch I use to roll on ridge road niggers use to call me cornbread I walk up on a nigger like

YOU GOIN EAT YO CORN BREAD!

But you can call me teddy p e n d e r a z d to the o u n

Oh no you didn't you stealing my shit acting like I owe you ends yo niggers wanna battle me don't ya well the feeling's neutral I'm a tell ya like this here I like ya and I won't ya I'm bad bitch don't even act like you've been on my block I'll cut ya lil lady in half with my due cock she said I do alot way more then you can the Chevy flip flop that bitch look like a toucan that's in fruit loops and a gate parade my lyrics hard as a bitch I'm harder to raid for game I found out I'm to real these fake niggers better chill and that's just how I feel

MOTHERFUCKA I'm REAL

We go hard and the pain don't lie

Everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY!

And everywhere we go we to fly

And everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY

You going top boy

And I'm a tell ya why

Cause everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY

And we believe that the limit is the sky

So everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

Young Cash is a beast

You can call me wilder

I got a bunch of bricks

Call me a builder

They say it's summer time

I say that it's winter

Cause there's so much snow in my house like December

Rappers are pretenders they are not trill

I'm the real deal like Evander Holyfield

Young cash said better take it to the bank fuck a pussy nigga up then blame it on the drank

Blame it on the tank

Cause I'm hot like a pilot

I'm smoking on the purple or better yet

VIOLET!

Nigger's get silent when they see them nappy boy's cause behind young cash is them

TRIGGER HAPPY BOY'S!

(Gun Shot's)

Like trick daddy said I ain't rick Ross homie but I'm bout that gun play

G5 taking of on that runway Champaign glass dress clean like Easter Sunday

We go hard and the pain don't lie

Everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY!

And everywhere we go we to fly

And everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY

You going top boy

And I'm a tell ya why

Cause everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

NAPPY BOY

And we believe that the limit is the sky

So everyday we screaming out nappy boy or die

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