Intro (C4) lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Produced by Willy Will]

[Verse]
Man, f*ck them b*tches and them hoes
And them n*ggas pussies, camel toes
I got some money on me, and the weed nice
My sh*t won’t ever stop, suck my green light
b*tch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote
Now it’s f*ck everybody, like a Scorpio
Still running sh*t, I’m on my cardio
Boy I’m going in, like my water broke
Suicide note, suicide doors
I put in overtime, like a tied score
Tinted windows b*tch, that mean mind yours
And the weed loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never
Tell my n*ggas love, I die behind this sh*t
A n*gga counting money, you n*ggas counterfeit
Real n*gga n*gga, proud of what I am
Young Money is an army, b*tch I’m Uncle Sam
Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune
I left the bullsh*t in the waiting room
Straight to the money, no short cuts
Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus
We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups
And b*tch I be so high, I get starstruck
Millz in this b*tch, he said f*ck them hoes
And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes
And I keep some bud, like Rudy Huxtable
I’m bout to slam the beat, n*gga Dusty Rhodes
I’m from eagle street, I go Hercules
I get on the beat, murder 1st degree
YMCMB, we don’t give a f*ck
You faker than some titties, you get tittie f*cked
This the best worst feeling
And n*gga if I die I die a death worth living
This that text book G sh*t
I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick
Yeah, knock me I knock ya face off
Life’s a crazy b*tch, Grace Jones
Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone
C4, Mr. Carter’s home!
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