Tekster:
T Pain Bring It Back

me? Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Holla at em Uh Paraplegic pimpin

know she came straight up outta all of that cloth We had a couple blunts and some champagne Then she massaged all of my back pains Then it became time

careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim but the game ain't Gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But

cryin' Hey, don't you see me dyin' When I look into them eyes I know that I did you wrong The pain it lasted so long But if you don't bring me back

me Thought you said that your never gonna let it go The heartache and pain Sometimes it goes to your brain Sometimes it makes you insane Sometimes our joy is our pain 'Cause it

, come on I like it-like it Come on, come on, come on I like it-like it Come on, come on, come on I like it-like it (Na na na) Come on, come on, come on I like it-like it

step [Buckshot Shorty] Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless

turn To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the shit Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it right Grab the gauge, Duct

it Fifty-thou to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this Y'all niggas singing too much Get back to rap, you T-Pain-in' too much I'm