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[I Done Showed You; feat. Field Mob] [Verse 1: T-Pain] Teddy Pain is the name bitch don't get it confused All you lames in the game have never spit on a dude Tell ya dame to get a swimsuit and come get in my pool See nodding once and now we working on (hmm, hmm) I pull up on you with the quick fast, style on your bitch ass You niggas ain't hold the weight the rap game been drankin Slimfast (oh no) See I go ham sandwich on everythang I do So when I put it down all you pussy niggas can say is "WOO! " Da bod mon flow, niggas like whatta gawn Fiya droppin' fiya ain't no need to turn da watta on So gimme your bitch with the big enough ass to put some butta's on And I'm a drop that shit that it'll make a nigga feel guts all when it cuts it off [Hook:] If I'm lyin I'm dyin I'm the bidness Lonely in the jungle where the lion I'm a kill it Die Hard nigga call me Bruce Willis No time for fake shit homeboy I'm the realest, nigga Girl, you can't see me no I'm too dangerous You can't see me no I'm too dangerous Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ohh No-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ohh Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Smoke] K is nothing new to me so hate on hate on My eighty-year old twin sisters same ole same ole It's Claritin than unicorn having glitter but six With a fairy skiing down that double rainbow Range Rove no shoes the truck got the bare feet out No more roaming noodles like a dike I go and eat out I'm bald headed but still Nappy Boy it's the click Like game in 6 we the shit on a stick, pause My Chevrolet Camaro's high yellower than that nigga Drake Rims blacker than Wesley Snipes I'm sitting on Blades Like a borne on fire I'm burning heavy hay And Smoke stands for smoke oze of kush everyday [Hook] [Verse 3: Shawn Jay] 229, Yeah man They ask me what happen with Field Mob I say two different egos clashing Like Andre 3K and Cee-lo's fashion Got micro-smoke dose responds with so outrageous Ya girl say Shawn Jay ya smoke my favorite I got her up in MySpace smoking my grape kush She follow me like I'm Twitter then I poke her like Facebook Realest nigga ever known killin every song I don't fuck with lil boys I ain't Bishop Eddie Long I ain't trippin nigga goin 'head, hate us bitch These facts I'm a mack but I don't make up shit I keep a click of killers with me winked up like ya baby mama I'm a don with a Caddy pussy nigga bring the drama [Hook] From Letras Mania