T-Pain - Who Am I lyrics

rate me

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low

Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough

It’s all that shit, I’m about that life

I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice

I’m a bad motherfucker

See I’m touts in the prouts, mean as a motherfucker

I make the entrance on the scene like a motherfucker

I say some things that’s obscene about your mother’s brother

So say uncle but that don’t mean that I’m undercover

Chester molester, I ball like uncle fester

You niggas ghetto and I got class like a professor, yes sir

I was only 15 and had 25 lighters on the dresser

I promise I’m a win, I can’t loose to these assholes

I’ma be playing leap frog over these tad poles

And I’ma have my wife smiling at you mad hoes

Taking off the news, peep in the bathroom

Tell them niggas I’m seeing it like a sidekick, I’m

Pressing the game, what you mean I wasn’t invited, huh?

Fuck your approval, I can see it when you biting me

You could have told me that you like me

Hold up nigga, I make the change first,

I put the change on it, I make you flip it

You put my name on it,

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Now homie tell me this, tell me this

Who the meanest, pretties, baddest, ... round down

who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low

Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough

It’s all that shit, I’m about that life

I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice

I’m a bad motherfucker

Showin off, just be glad that I showed up

Sit back, relax, enjoy the motherfucking show, cousin

I got your hoe buzzing, I know you mad

But you keep cursing, you gonn get disintegrated into nothing, fuck him

She ain’t fucking with me, I got bitches in my dressroom that used to fuck with 50

But now she want them country niggas, that’s’ right

And you just rolling with a bunch of niggas,

I ball out, bitch please, kiss the ring hoe

The big 3, yeah, I made it through the hate

My mind is a temple, you can’t make it through the gates

I ride for my people fam you in Florida state

I survived through the hunger, they got mad when I ate

I can’t lie man I’m feeling great, I leave them with an empty plate

Hold up nigga, I make the change first,

I put the change on it, I make you flip it

You put my name on it,

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Now homie tell me this, tell me this

Who the meanest, pretties, baddest, ... round down

who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low

Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough

It’s all that shit, I’m about that life

I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice

I’m a bad motherfucker.