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i like dat - t-pain lyrics

[intro]
yeah
boop*boop
(she said she want the t*mix)
boop*boop
yeah (bia, bia)
uh, uh (oomp camp productions, fire!)
(bia, bia)

[verse 1: bia]
uh, livin’ vida loca, puentes in mi boca
i just spent a hundred fifty thousand on a choker
seen his new girl and i had to keep it poker
i know she don’t got a bag and that is very mediocre
i’m like, “if you knew better, you would do better”
i like prada for the shoes, just so i can move better
only time i do the loubs is to match the coupe leather
if you find me in the mood, we could catch some new weather
i’m in italian sеats, marble floors
i got mine, but i like that i been spеnding yours, oop
that’s my door, i’m no rookie
call me old school, i like you droppin’ checks on that p*ssy

[chorus: t*pain]
(boop*boop, ooh)
she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
she don’t pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
i like dat, she don’t even need me to try (ooh)
she pull up in the ‘rari with the roof up (ooh)
i’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much
i like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’
[post*chorus: t*pain]
(drank) she got money in the (bank)
what you think ’bout that?
she know she fly, she stuntin’ (ooh)
she gon’ buss it (ooh)
what you think ’bout that?

[verse 2: t*pain]
she, she always talkin’ ’bout the money (’bout the money)
anytime i say, she gon’ buss it open for me (for me)
she know i get paid but she don’t need nothing from me (from me)
she’ll fly your b*tch to the city just for some cutty (cutty)
make her say that she love me
you gon’ always see her pull up in that new, new
then she walk right in
wanna to talk ’bout it? let’s talk ’bout it, then
you hatin’ b*tches could never
she got fifty business endeavors
if i gucci out the shoes she just might fendi the sweater, uh*huh
ooh, she like that cullinan but that bentley is better
you really need to get it together, uh
’cause she don’t want drinks
she got plenty of that back at the crib
and more funds, throw ones, give it back to the building, uh
spend eighty racks on the grill then make it stack to the ceiling
give it back to the children
she ain’t lackin’, she like, “i got it”
pull out a thousand dollars out her (side pocket)
ooh, that lil’ bitty drank you tried to buy (stop it)
them bottles on me and the cork is lookin’ like a sky rocket
boop*boop
pop it
[chorus: t*pain]
(ooh)
she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
she don’t pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
i like dat, she don’t even need me to try (ooh)
she pull up in the ‘rari with the roof up (ooh)
i’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much
i like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[post*chorus: t*pain]
(drank) she got money in the (bank)
what you think ’bout that?
she know she fly, she stuntin’ (ooh)
she gon’ buss it (ooh)
what you think ’bout that?

[verse 3: kehlani]
every band i’m throwing on stage
i got in my name (all dat)
and i ain’t throwing twenties or tens
i’m out here paying rent (and all dat)
i*i*i could get the dom but i’ma get the ace
just to run it up and see everybody face
when they bring the check so i can sign my name
i might have to face all that
now tell the valet bring my foreign to the front, yeah, yeah
i’m gettin’ in solo, i got it solo
let the cameras hit my diamond cuts, yeah, yeah
i got them rocks solo, i got it solo
it’s real bossed up fly sh*t
i ain’t the passenger, i’m the pilot
you can hop in but you ain’t driving
all i need is somebody to ride wit
’cause i’m a go*getter (i’ma go, say i’ma go)
type of a girl that got you ’cause i want you
not ’cause i need ya
no, i don’t need ya
[chorus: t*pain & kehlani, t*pain]
(boop*boop, ooh)
she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
she don’t pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
i like dat, she don’t even need me to try (ooh)
she pull up in the ‘rari with the roof up (ooh)
i’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much
i like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[post*chorus: t*pain with kehlani]
(drank) she got money in the (bank)
what you think ’bout that?
she know she fly, she stuntin’ (ooh)
she gon’ buss it (ooh)
what you think ’bout that?

[outro: t*pain]
yeah, had to hit you with the t*mix, baby
had to hit you with the t*mix, baby, yeah
bia, bia, why you lookin’ like a, lookin’, hey
had to hit her with the t*mix, baby
had to hit her with the t*mix
me and keh’, keh’
bia, bia, why you actin’ like a, like a, oh
had to hit her with the t*mix, baby
had to hit her with the t*mix, baby, yeah
bia, bia, why you*

- t pain lyrics

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