1UP T-Pain (Ft. Profit Dinero)
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[Intro: T-Pain]
It's whatever, man
It’s whatever, man
It's whatever, man
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, yeah
Man, I swear that I got one up on these niggas
Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas
Use that second chance to make a better plan
Be a better man or it's whatever, man
Yeah, my dawg go on and light that blunt up for my nigga
Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas
Use that second chance to make a better plan
Be a better man or it’s whatever, man
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I hate to see my dawg through that window
Phone smell like tears how my dawg get up in there
He roll for his peers now we all look like sinners
Now we outchea eatin', I thought we all would be at dinner, yeah
Don't let this shit distract you from your purpose, bruh
They just trying to stop what you been workin' for
You said that you'd buy your mama a whole crib
But now your kid ain't got no crib, you doin' a whole bid, shit
That ain't where you ’posed to be
Thousands in the crowd, that’s just what you supposed to see
I told her that you supposed to just lay low, stay close to me
Let me do all the workin', I know that we both could eat
It's whatever, man
It’s whatever, man
It's whatever, man
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, yeah
Man, I swear that I got one up on these niggas
Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas
Use that second chance to make a better plan
Be a better man or it's whatever, man
Yeah, my dawg go on and light that blunt up for my nigga
Bling, blow, put that gun up, fuck these niggas
Use that second chance to make a better plan
Be a better man or it’s whatever, man
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I hate to see my dawg through that window
Phone smell like tears how my dawg get up in there
He roll for his peers now we all look like sinners
Now we outchea eatin', I thought we all would be at dinner, yeah
Don't let this shit distract you from your purpose, bruh
They just trying to stop what you been workin' for
You said that you'd buy your mama a whole crib
But now your kid ain't got no crib, you doin' a whole bid, shit
That ain't where you ’posed to be
Thousands in the crowd, that’s just what you supposed to see
I told her that you supposed to just lay low, stay close to me
Let me do all the workin', I know that we both could eat
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