Like I Outta lyrics

[rapping: T-Pain]
Man I been gone for way to long
When I come back I snap on n*ggas
Deficatition is an assessity
I had to crap on n*ggas
And it's not even the trust n*gga my daddy told me too
You can lay in yo bed scared of what them Nappy Boys would do
I was planning taking a break
But you n*ggas done brought me out
You was making songs like crazy
Now it's a musicial drought
Now I got them versions on the lowest price around
Hundred thousand dollars for that T-Pain's sound (T-Pain's sound)

[Hook: Karaoke Sample]
Why you wanna do some sh*t I did in '03?
But don't act like you know...
I'm laying low key
Grab ya microphone
Set yo auto tune
And I'm a bust a verse on yo ass like I outta do
I got up out da streets so I ain't gotta steal
But listen to the radio it's obvious I still kill
Grab ya microphone
Set yo auto tune
And I'm a bust a verse on yo ass like I outta do
[Imitates Imitates E-40:]
Now I'm rappin like 40 (40)
Y'all n*ggas done got me p*ssed
Using a T-Pain effect in this vect till I get desked (Yes)
Now I'm on this blappin (blappin) I'm spitting the real speed (real speed)
That's to put my sh*t and all I wana do is kill B

[Imitates Soulja Boy:]
And now I'm Soulja Boy (YOOUUU)
You ain't know I'm on this song
You n*ggas need to gown on and leave T-Pain alone

[Imitates Shawty Lo:]
Aye
And even Shawty Lo got somethin to say (Damn)
Y'all n*ggas chill or we goin take ya back to the A
Dunn Dunn it all

[Imitates Young Jeezy:]
Aye, aye
It's Jeezy from the Trap (that's right)
Y'all n*ggas stealing Pain's sh*t, so Pain had to rap (Chyeah)
And I'm a co-sign for my n*gga like that (YEAHH)

You know I keep the mossburg pump on the lap
(HA-HAW)
[Imitates Rick Ross:]
Ross
n*ggas better back up
I ain't even help so he call me for back up (back up)
That big boss never slacks up
Ready for these pus*y ass n*ggas try'na act up
Ross!

[Imitates Lil Wayne / autotune:]
[Laughs]
Aooh, and Pain is the best
And Wayne is the next with that T-Pain effect
Y'all stealing, he cool
Cause he doing, what he do
Ha
I'm in that Styrofoam cup (cup)
And Pain drankin out of a Dixie, you with me
He's on blacky mouse, I'm goin stick it
He got a wife, I need a b*tch to lick me
Dippin ass n*gga but the same dude
Don't worry bout a damn thing that T-Wayne do
T-Wayne cool, y'all n*ggas far behind...

[T-pain:]
And I be at the bar filling on a bar's behind (b*tch)
As you can see I got my co-signers (co-signers)
Serve a n*gga like an old school diner
Rapper turn singer turn producer turned rhymer
I'm at the bottom they ain't nothing to do but climb up
[Hook: Karaoke Sample]
Why you wanna do some sh*t I did in '03?
But don't act like you know...
I'm laying low key
Grab ya microphone
Set yo auto tune
And I'm a bust a verse on yo ass like I outta do
I got up out da streets so I ain't gotta steal
But listen to the radio it's obvious I still kill
Grab ya microphone
Set yo auto tune
And I'm a bust a verse on yo ass like I outta do

NAPPY BOOYYY