Who Want This Lyrics | T Pain

Yea
Nappy boy
Fbi man

From the second I was born I was in debt
Feel like I'm trying to fuck a bitch without
A dick and she keep asking is it in yet
But then I gave the game a chin check
Told her sit yo ass down and be happy
I ain't fuckin' ya friends yet
Hittin licks with a gun, waving so many
Fo'-fives you'll think one of my hands was missin a thumb
(damn)

Got the whole industry on his knees
Record execs trying to steal my blow pop
before I get to the gum
Uhh yea I'm errwhere that you won't be
So it ain't no use trying that hatin' shit on me
Cuz I'm gone speak, nappy boy everybody
Put ya hands in team work on 3

Get to the money, hit the flea market and blow out
Somethin for ya kids and niggas think you tryin to show out
The only time I show out is when my record on replay
Hop out that bugatti in some motherfucking pj's
Bitch... now who want it

Holy shit motherfucker God damn
That's what they say when they see me in my lamb
I'm back in the streets and I'm bringing my fam
All of these wannabes know who I am
Haters got a problem with me and my man
But they get missing when its time to go ham
I'm on the grind and I won't stop for no man
Better get with the motherfuckin program

Woo-hoo
Pizzle
One more gain
I got bitches doin splits and hoes doing back bends
And niggas feeling awkward like
A white dude with black friends
My cadillac swims, greg lougane
If she ain't fucking me I kick her out
Quicker then liu kang (whoop-sie)
Do not fuck with him you don't want him

Cuz its a chance I might bust like and old condom
Yea, its not safe like you thought it was
My bass hit hard like its a safe in my boxing glove
Uhh you should have got on and ran off
Jump out the window and pray to God you land soft
Keep talking shit and fuck around and piss my man off
And he gonna pull out something that
Can prolly shoot ya hand off

Thats hysteria having rigery he gettin
Shot in his frame I'm changin the scenery
He keep talking like he is that grown
And somebody gonna have to phtoshop
His limbs back on motherfucker
Yea... haha... niw who want it
Holy shit motherfucker God damn
That's what they say when they see me in my lamb

I'm back in the streets and I'm bringing my fam
All of these wannabes know who I am
Haters got a problem with me and my man
But they get missing when its time to go ham
I'm on the grind and I won't stop for no man
Better get with the motherfuckin program
3rd time pizzle
Pardon my expression I'm just so disgusting
Bitches got me stressin' I sex em then fuck em
Then I make look to the music for a couple weeks

The say money talks come here my gucci duffle speak
But luckily, you niggas fuck with me
So Imma auto-tune the whole world and take it up a key
I keep it snuck on me
Thats why yo girls said she felt something
Else where my fucking belt buckle be
I'm to raw for the meat market
That's why it takes no time to get the beef started

Teddy pain I'm harder then some fuckin caridnals
They say I'm broke, bitch is you fucking retarded
I'll turn your whole click into half a man
I drop bombs these niggas think I'm from pakistan
He spittin' fightin words, so we have to fight
But most of you pussies ain't worth dick, hermaphrodite

Shit... who the fuck want it
Holy shit motherfucker God damn
That's what they say when they see me in my lamb
I'm back in the streets and I'm bringing my fam
All of these wannabes know who I am
Haters got a problem with me and my man
But they get missing when its time to go ham
I'm on the grind and I won't stop for no man
Better get with the motherfuckin program