Kiss Kiss (feat. T-Pain)

Yo, this is Nappy Boy Radio live

With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music

Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one

Caller, what's your problem?

Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain!

How's it going? Yeah

It ain't going good, my girl ain't doing her things she used to do, at all

I got just what you need, brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain

You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio, we love you

What them boys gon' do for me? Aw

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (Ah-woo)

V-A is where I reside, so shawty, understand it (Ah-woo)

And I know I just turned eighteen and I get a little mannish (Ah-woo)

And you see this bandana hangin'

That means I'm like a bandit, like, like a bandit, bandit (Ah, woo!)

I got paper, girl (Woo!)

The Lamborghini (Woo!)

With the spider seats (Woo!)

You never seen it (Ah-woo)

So get it, shawty

We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk

And I know what you want

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be (Whoa)

I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy

You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' on my anatomy?

It's bird-like, yeah, you heard right

Girl, I'm the king, so that means I'm fly (Ah, woo!)

If you with it, girl (Woo!)

Get it poppin' (Woo!)

Roll with me (Woo!)

Ain't no stoppin' (Ah-woo)

So get it, shawty

We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk

I know what you want

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss (Hey)

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me (Hey)

They hating on me, hating on me (Yeah)

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be, yeah

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me, yeah

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this (Hey)

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be (Hey)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot

You think I'd be hollerin' if you not, not, not, not?

I'm king of the town, you can take a look around

Teddy Penderazdown is in the spot, spot, spot, spot

Yeah, I got money on me

Yeah, baby girl, no problem

Yeah, you rollin', shawty?

Yeah, let's hit McDonald's (Ha!)

It's T-P, and C-B

I'm a Nappy Boy, ah-ow-ah-ah-ah, now, ooh-wee

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Oh-oh)

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me (Oh, whoa, whoa)

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Girl)

That kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss (Yeah)

In her mind, she fantasize 'bout getting with me (Getting with me, shawty)

They hating on me, hating on me

They wanna diss this, diss this (T-Pain, Chris Brown)

Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be

Yeah, yeah

We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio

This is your boy DJ Pain (Yeah)

I gotta get outta here, man, and I just wanna leave with

Told y'all I was gon' do it like this, ha

If you ain't got it by now, then you just ain't getting it, yeah

Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy (Ayy, ayy)

Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy (Ayy, ayy)

Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy

Hit us up, man, eight-five-oh, three-two-one, eighty-six, ninety-two

Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy

Eight-oh-four, six-nine-eight, five-four-three-zero, yeah