Baby Got Brap T-Pain & Hert

[Intro: T-Pain]
Sheeesh

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
See you don't want to test me, I come through in an FC cut
That NOS hot, I drop the top and hit that effing butt(on)
I grab the wheel like my granddaddy left me something
It's a half a mil but he said it best be custom (Aye, look)
That rotary motor better be holding me down
Where there's tires there's smoke
And I'm chokin' 'em out, I'm controllin' the crowd
I'm bangin', I'm bringin' the heat
Tell me how much angle you need
That turbo put a baby to sleep (Ch-ch-ch-chhh)
Baby got Brap

[Chorus: T-Pain]
And when I pass 'em in the paddock they be askin' why I do 'em like that
I get the band togеther, put them hands togethеr, trust me boy you can get -- clapped
I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's - facts
That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
That candy paint look like rose gold
All new parts for my whips they got a old soul
I'm big timin', my bitch behind me gettin the roll on
Wrong color smoke, you would think I was tryna coal roll [?]
Ay what's up with GMG, he 'on't wanna see me gleam
That's 350z, Sylvia pickle thing
I ain't got no catalytic converter, but you see the dream
If hater's got beef, it must be vegan meat
Baby got Brap