T-PainLet Me Through

[Verse 1: T-Pain] Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on I'm talking 9. 8 seconds boy, this ain't gonna take long Then I hop out at the finish line like "is this what you waitin' on?" I'll tell you what, homie, you ain't gotta take long Thinkin' bout this trophy I'mma take home Give 'em something to hate on Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes Yea, I'mma tell you what you not gonna do Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari Then the Bugatti got one too I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabum Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom And I'm like [Hook: T-Pain] And I'm like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through Yea, you gotta let me through And I stay right, you gotta let me through I'mma slide, so you gotta let them too And my niggas slide [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard Lil Tune, the tycoon Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume Got pedals I've never stepped on Buttons I've never pressed on Backseats I've never effed on Police, they'll get the F bomb I still ride with my niggas, money don't change a gangster And when I'm asked to pull a few strings I pull 'em til they untangle Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair I feel like racing racing, who racing? Don't give up the location And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club And go throw at them pole babies Riding so fast with the top down The wind sound like a standing ovation Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious [Hook: T-Pain] And I'm like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through Yea, you gotta let me through And I stay right, you gotta let me through I'mma slide, so you gotta let them too And my niggas slide
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