T-Pain - Who Am I Lyrics

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Who Am I Lyrics - T-Pain

T-Pain - Who Am I Lyrics

Am I the meanest, and I the prettiest
Am I the baddest mo' fo low down around this town
Well who am I, who am I, I can't hear you

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fück a bítch if she ain't about that dough
I don't talk that shit I'm about that life
I'm real, you ain't gotta think twice
I'm a bad motherfücker

See I'm touts in the prouts, mean as a motherfücker
I make the entrance on the scene like a motherfücker
I say some shit that's obscene about your mother's brother
So say uncle but that don't mean that I'm undercover
Chester molester I ball like Uncle Fester
You niggas ghetto and I got class like a professor, yes sir
I was only 15 and had 25 lighters on the dresser
I promise I'ma win, I can't loose to these assholes
I'ma be playing leap frog over these tad poles
And I'ma have my wife smiling at you mad hoes
Taking off the news, peep in the bathroom
Tell these niggas I'm seeing it like a psychic
I'm crashing the game, what you mean I wasn't invited, huh?
Fück your approval, I can see it when you biting me
You could have just told me that you like me
Hold up nigga, I was here first - I put the change on it
I make you flip it you put my name on it

Now who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Now who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Now homie tell me this, tell me this
Who the meanest, pretties
Baddest mo' fo low down round town
Who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fück a bítch if she ain't about that dough
I don't talk that shit I'm about that life
I'm real, you ain't gotta think twice
I'ma bad motherfücker

Showing off, just be glad that I showed up
Sit back relax, enjoy the motherfücking show cousin
I got your hoe buzzing, I know you mad but you keep cursing
You gon' get disintegrated into nothing, fück him
She ain't fücking with me
I got bítches in my dressroom that used to fück with 50
But now she want them country niggas, that's right
And you just rolling with a bunch of niggas
I ball out, bítch please kiss the ring hoe
The big 3, yeah, I made it through the hate
My mind is a temple, you can't make it through the gates
I ride for my people fam you in Florida state
I survived through the hunger, they got mad when I ate
I can't lie man I'm feeling great, I leave them with an empty plate
Hold up nigga, I was here first - I put the change on it
I make you flip it you put my name on it

Now who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Now who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Now homie tell me this, tell me this
Who the meanest, pretties
Baddest mo' fo low down round town
Who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay
Who am I, I'ma bad motherfücker jay

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fück a bítch if she ain't about that dough
I don't talk that shit I'm about that life
I'm real, you ain't gotta think twice
I'ma bad motherfücker

T-Pain - Who Am I Lyrics

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