Rap Song - Rick Ross, T-Pain

Nappy Boy, ooooh wee

Ooooh wee

Everybody say yeaaaah

Oh oh oh…

Hey eh eh eh eh

We been messin' round for a long (long time)

A while now (while now, uh)

And you already know what’s on my mind (mind)

It’s goin' down now (it's goin' down now?)

And I don’t need no background music, girl

I turn it loud now

I got the gangsta feelin'

And I’ma do somethin' to you

To you, to you

Oh We can take it over The Bay

Where my Mistah F.A.B.

at?

(F.A.B. at, uh)

Or just put on that N.W.A.

Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy, baby

And we can all night long (haha)

I’m bout to have yo' head gone

And I ain’t doin' nothin' wrong

But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf*cka I’m ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)

We gon' party like it’s ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I’m diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin'

To Gucci on a rap song

And you been on my mind all day (all day)

I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)

And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz

I’ma let you finish (let you finish!)

You can get it (you can get it)

Or we can do it east coast style and

I’ll keep on my fitted

I said I got the gangsta feelin'

I feel like breakin' you off

You off, you off

Off we can take it way down south

Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss' girl)

Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)

Wait, hold up

She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk

I’m bout to have yo' head gone

And I ain’t doin' nothin' wrong

But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I’m ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)

We gon' party like it’s ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I’m diggin' in ya coochie while we

Listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag

Right now you rockin' wit the finest and I mean that (uh)

Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)

Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?

Makin' love to a rap song

Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh

Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)

Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)

(Hot) that’s all shawty ever was

Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks

(Hot) is all shawty ever been

Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim

Ballin', it’s ya birthday

You know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first base

Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger

Number one nig*as

Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf*cka I’m ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)

We gon' party like it’s ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I’m diggin' in ya coochie while we

Listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin

Baby we can make love to a rap song

A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf*cka I’m ill

Baby we can make love to a rap song

Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)

We gon' party like it’s ya birthday

Where that new Jeezy CD?

Put on that Yo Gotti

I’m diggin' in ya coochie while we

Listenin' to Gucci on a rap song