PLIES (f/ T-Pain) LYRICS

Shawty


[Intro: Plies]
What's happenin homie
Dis ya boy plies man
Hey pain tell 'em
Bout your shawty ima tell em bout mine

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Even though i'm not your man, you not my girl
Ima call you my
(shawty)
Cause i can't stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my
(shawty)
And we ain't did nothin that we ain't supposed to do
Cause you my
(shawty)
Babygirl you know i be home, keep me on the ringtone
(shawty)
Sing it to me girl

[Verse 1: Plies]
Soon as i seen her, shit told her i'd pay for it
Lil mama the baddest thing 'round here & she already know it
I pointed at the donk & told her this supposed to be yours
Showed her a couple stacks & told her i'd let her blow it
The hottest nigga in the city baby you can't ignore it
I showed her i was a real nigga & she went for it
First time i caught her shit, she aint even know how to throw it back
Now she an animal, i got her sex game right
I taught her how to talk to me while she take pipe
& opened her up & showed her what a real nigga like
I told her i don't usually do this, i don't fuck on the first night
Cause after i beat ya baby i'm liable to fuck up ya whole life
I gotta train her, now she suck me with ice
I call her my lil bust it baby cause she keep it tight
Whenever i tell her to bust, aint gotta tell her twice
Whenever i wanna get off she know how to get me right

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Even though i'm not your man, you not my girl
Ima call you my
(shawty)
Cause i can't stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my
(shawty)
And we aint did nothin that we ain't supposed to do
Cause you my
(shawty)
Babygirl you know i be home, keep me on the ringtone
(shawty)
Sing it to me girl

[x2:]
Whoa W-W-Whoa Whoa Whoa Whooooa Whoa Whoa
Whoa W-W-Whoa Shawtyyyyy

[Verse 2: Plies]
I love to show her off, cause all the dope boys want her
Know why they wanna beat badly, look at all that ass on her
Look how that pussy sit up in them shorts, you gotta want her
Love when she act like she bo-legged & bend the corner
She proud to be fuckin me, cause i'm stuntin on 'em
It feel good to be fuckin a real nigga don't'uh
Aint called her in 2 days, gotta let her mind wonder
But when she miss me, she call to tell me to jump on her
Thats why i don't mind breakin her off, cause she aint with the drama
If you done ripped her before, you know how to cuff lil mama
You know she gotta be somethin, cause i done beat her under
Im baby snatchin, i'm tellin ya, i promise
I exposed her to real, & now she hate lame
Member she used to run from me, now she like pain
She call me sometimes just to ask is it her thing
Ever since i ran up in shawty she ain't been the same

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Even though i'm not your man, you not my girl
Ima call you my
(shawty)
Cause i can't stand to see you treated bad
I beat his ass for my
(shawty)
And we aint did nothin that we ain't supposed to do
Cause you my
(shawty)
Babygirl you know i be home, keep me on the ringtone
(shawty)
Sing it to me girl

[x2:]
Whoa W-W-Whoa Whoa Whoa Whooooa Whoa Whoa
Whoa W-W-Whoa Shawtyyyyy

Lil' Wayne - Back On My Grizzy Lyrics

Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,

Bitch im back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And i go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
Im a eastside blood,
And i dont smoke that crip,
I smoke that kutch,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when im talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast cause im ballin,
I boast to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie mover instead,
Thats when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for promo yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im above average,
Im a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas cant see me, im on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took some patrone shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it , we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...

Dro fuck wit me!
Live from the 504 it's mr.crazy flow
Jumping like a bungee no rope
Even in the dungeon i glow
Even if aint sunny i glow
If it aint about money i go
Nowhere im nailed to the flo
Money controls where i go
It is the sail to my boat
And it's going down it's going down
Like there's a whale in the boat
See you can smell that i smoke
And yep i sip that lean
U hit me wit that combination that make my eyes bleed
Ima shark in the water yep i swim wit the big
So i dont have time to deal wit wlilly the squid
L-lilly pad niggas l-look at the monster
Y-you dont want to crash like la la bamba
See it's me on the interey
And my new drop is very water-melon plum
Just call it fruit punch
Ima old rapper getting new bucks
And all you new rappers your just new lunch.