E-40 feat T-Pain — Give Her The Keys (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
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Give Her The Keys (The Ball Street Journal 2008) E-40 feat T-Pain04:11
Текст песни: Give Her The Keys (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
Give Her The Keys Lyrics[Intro: E-40 & T-Pain] Yeah, hey Yeah, hey Yeah, ah ah ah Hey Yeah, mayne It's magic E-40 Glad to get my potna T-Pain back on one of these blaps with me (Nappy boy!) [Chorus: T-Pain] Open up that garage It's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top (On top) It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Oh, ooh [Verse 1: E-40] From a bucket to a Benz, a Benz to a Bentley Down with me from the start Got my back like a tank top When I used to be on the block She hide my rocks in her yock Got a special place in my heart She know how to play her part Every time I look at you, darlin', I get a hard on You're sexy without your makeup on, I wanna bone Move you out the hood, I told you I would, I’m not phony We both from the same place, grew up on fried bologna They say the opposites attract but we gotta a lot in common Behind every boss player, a boss woman I'm a fiend when it comes to your cooking, you do your thing Throw down like Paula Deen, neckbones and collard greens [Chorus: T-Pain] Open up that garage It's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top (On top) It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Oh, ooh [Verse 2: E-40] Born in the mud, raised in the trap Down ass broad, never been a sap If I ever needed bail, went to jail got popped You’ll be Johnny on the spot, you’ll come and get me out A loyalist, not just a friend to me We was meant to be, we got chemistry (UGH) You like it when I lay this pipe Been around each other so long They say we starting to look alike Starting to think alike, getting our money right Fuss, fight, then make love all night California king on a California queen My California dream, we make a good team [Chorus: T-Pain] Open up that garage It's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top (On top) It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Oh, ooh [Bridge: E-40] It's the little things that count, any means much Can't nothing come between us, can't nothing separate us You’re my backbone, you my rib, you my chick It's the little things that count, any means much Can't nothing come between us, can't nothing separate us You’re my backbone, you my rib, you my chick Yeah, mayne It's a drought on loyal females, mayne The good ones is hard to find, mayne So when you find a good one Hold on to that broad, mayne, you hear me? [Chorus: T-Pain] Open up that garage It's a big fat car With a big fat bow on top (On top) It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back Now, shawty, you know that's hot And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh Oh, ooh
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