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T-Pain
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Disa My Ting (Feat. Kardinal Offishall & KK Holiday)
(Get down on the ground)
Yea
(Get down on the ground)
Word
(Get down on the ground)
Pizzle
(Get down on the ground)
Nappy boy
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(Get down on the ground)
Ah
(Get down on the ground)
Uh
(Get down on the ground)
Let's do it
[T-Pain:]
Ay...welcome to epic-ness, I'm so dope and it's effortless
Yeah I'm tryna brag and boast
If you looking for the shit, nigga step in this
Disa my ting, hoes in the back room kissing my ring
Ready for the day, hit me with the visine
Getting to the money, counting up the ice cream
Me a balla boy, she with me, you better not call her boy
I'ma pass her 'round to all my boys
And she want the nuts like Almond Joy
Yeah, price tag don't matter
If it ain't about money then it's just chit chatter
Bank account, steady climbing up the ladder
You can literally see all of my pockets gettin' fatter
But I'm over your head
Southern folk call it gettin' swole in the head
But your girlfriend call it, wait
Something just broke in the bed
Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that's my team
Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin'
Nigga, disa my ting
[Hook – KK Holiday:]
This is my song and me have the crown cuz disa my ting
And I restart the style and a me drive the [?]car, disa my ting
If you wan make a money, then they ask you work for me, cuz disa my ting
And might wan stop me, but dem other girls copy, cuz disa my ting
Here we go, (here we go) [x3]
Fuck nigga, disa my ting
Bitch nigga, disa my ting
Pussy whore, disa my ting
Disa my ting, disa my ting
[T-Pain:]
Pimpin' since been pimp ass nigga
Whippin' expensive whips ass nigga
They be tryna hold me but they know I got a roley
That will make ya fuckin wrist go limp, my nigga
You a simp, my nigga
I bet your pocket full of lint, my nigga
Everybody knows that I put it on these hoes
Got her sounding like a motherfucking chimp, my nigga
Welcome to the jungle, dog
Balenciaga by the bundles, dog
My bitch gotta put a helmet on
My wide receiver don't fumble balls
I'm rich as fuck and y'all like that shit
Smoke good nigga like that spliff
Throwin' money in the club, make it right back bitch
And I'm drinkin' like I don't know what a night cap is
Cuz I ball too much, money too heavy, in the mall with a crutch
Get a quarter pound of that cush
Fuck around later on, put it all in the dutch
Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that's my team
Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin'
Nigga, disa my ting
[Hook]
[Kardinal Offishall:]
Yeah fuckboy, disa my ting
When a girl dem see me, dem say disa my king
Ay boy I mean ya really cute and I like him
[?]I'm a dog, big up the Vikings
Psychics couldn't see me when I'm on a mission, no sidekick
Just a nigga with a trigger and a cool head
Pause for the cause, I'ma boss for the boss
I'm an OG with a G tucked in my drawers
Ahead of my time with an animal rhyme (growl)
Like [?]when it's Busta Rhymes (eeen)
Gotta finesse all my lines (eeen)
Gotta impress all the dimes
So when they see me, right away they know disa my ting
I don't play no games, yo this my ring
Champion ting, autograph the jersey
Melt them bars like hershey
Lord have mercy, curse me, just don't push me
Don't make me lift up ya skirt, expose ya nature
I don't rate ya, to me you're garbage
Couple bodyguards don't make you the hardest artist
No sir, just a punk in a fur
I'ma hunk and I don't smoke skunk
Just murder the beats been in ya trunk,
Clip ya wing
If a pussy wanna test [?], disa my ting
Do it
[Hook]
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