Kiss Kiss (feat. T-Pain)
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Kiss Kiss (feat. T-Pain)
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Yo, this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy, T-Pain
We love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
(Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain?)
How's it goin'? Yeah!
(It ain't goin' good! My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do, at all)
I got just what you need: Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain (okay)
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio! We love you
(What them boys gon' do for me? Aw)
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be
I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (ah-woo)
V.A. is where I reside, so shawty, understand it (ah-woo)
And I know I just turned eighteen and I get a little mannish (ah-woo)
And you see this bandana hangin', that means I'm like a bandit
Like, like a bandit, bandit (ah-woo)
Ooh, I got paper, girl
Ooh, the Lamborghini
Ooh, with the spyder seats
Ooh, you never seen it (ah-woo)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
And I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be
I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me
So why is you hatin' my anatomy?
It's bird-like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king, so that means I'm fly (ah, woo!)
Ooh, if you with it, girl
Ooh, get it poppin'
Ooh, roll with me
Ooh, ain't no stoppin' (ah, woo!)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss (hey)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout, (hey), gettin' with me
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me (yeah)
They wanna diss, diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be (thick as can be, yeah)
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me, yeah
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, this kiss (hey)
Because she mine and so fine (hey)
Thick as can be
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I'd be hollerin' if you not, not, not, not?
I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderazdown is in the spot, spot, spot, spot
Yeah, I got money on me
Yeah, baby girl, no problem
Yeah, you rollin', shawty?
Yeah, let's hit McDonald's (ooh)
It's TP and CB
I'm a Nappy Boy, ah-ow-ah-ah-ah-oh-ooh-wee
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (oh, oh)
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout, (oh, woah), gettin' with me (woah)
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, this kiss
Because she mine and so fine, so fine
Thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (girl)
That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss (yeah)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout gettin' with me, gettin' with me
Shawty
They hatin' on me, hatin' on me
They wanna diss, diss, diss, this kiss
T-Pain, Chris Brown
Because she mine and so fine
Thick as can be
Yeah, yeah
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio (oh, oh)
This is your boy DJ Pain (yeah)
I gotta get outta here, man, I just wanna leave with
Told y'all I was gon' do it like this, ha
If you ain't got it by now (yeah), then you just ain't gettin' it, yeah
Let's go, Nappy Boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Nappy Boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy (hit us up, man, (850) 321-8692)
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
(804) 698-5430, yeah
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