Rap Song (Remix) T-Pain (Ft. Jermaine Dupri & Rick Ross)

[Intro: T-Pain | Jermaine Dupri]
Nappy Boy, ooh-wee
Hey, I told these niggas (Uh) (Ooh-wee)
(You know what this need? This need me)
Anything I can dance, I'm getting on, haha
Everybody say yeah
Oh, oh, oh
(You know what this need? This need me) (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
I never made love to a rap song but I got some dome to one
From the studio all the way home to one
Drop-top, giving the truck drivers a show
She wasn't trippin', neither was I, so I let her blow
Bumpin' Carter III like it's number IV (Yo)
I'm ridin' fast, she come up and say, "Take it slow
And by the way, can you switch to that new 'Ye?
I don't know the name but I think it's somethin' when he say that's why your wins low" (Oh, girl)
Now you're, now you're speakin' my language (Uh)
I got that, long as you keep doin' the same shit
75 North goin' one twenty-five (Huh?)
Mouth on my jimmy and her head on my thigh (Okay)
Johnny Gill like a muh'fucka, "My, my, my"
I'm tryna keep from bustin', cussin', lookin' in the sky
Young College Park, roller skates no stop her
She did it with no hands, I said, "Damn, Waka Flocka"
Haha, y'all know what this is