Straight Lyrics - T‐Pain

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Release information
Release Date: 2017-11-17
length: 2:57
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you

Straight up and down
Straight as a bar
(Straight as a bar, huh!)
Stunt on these *****es, flex on these whores
(Flex on these whores, woo!)
You just say less and I give you more (Got what you want)
Back the the truck up to the mall, comin' out with a star
What the **** a ***** gon' do
When she see the diamonds on you?
Hate, hate, hate, hate
Fake, fake, fake, fake
What the **** your man gon' do
When he see my hands on you?
'Cause boy lemme tell you sum'n
I done came all in that belly button (You know)
So you can't tell me nothin' (Nah)
You can't tell me **** (You can't tell me ****)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your ***** (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her **** (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich

[Pre-Hook]
I put her you the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

[Hook]
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you

Straight out Prozano ***** lay it down
(All on the ground)
Ay, where do you think your ***** go when she go outta town?
(She comin' around)
If I tell her I'm ready, she ready
(She comin' right now)
She know she hot as ****
She know she know how to ****
And I screaming how the **** your ***** gon' feel
When I make her take all these pills?
Great, great, great, great
Shake, shake, shake, shake
How the **** your man gon' live
When we done ****ed all in his crib?
'Cause boy lemme get this straight
I don' came all on your pillow case (You know)
So you can't tell me nothin' (Nah)
You can't tell me **** (You can't tell me ****)
I got more money (I got the bread)
So I got your ***** (Boy give me that)
She money hungry (Open that mouth)
And I feed her **** (Oh yeah)
And she say she love me
And she keep me rich

I put you on the PCH, in a two-seater (On God)
Walking 'round a mansion in a white beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you

Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you
Straight, in line
Straight, big time
Straight, in line
Baby, I'ma get you

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Tracklist
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Who Died
  • 2 Classic You
  • 3 Straight
  • 4 That's How It Go
  • 5 No Rush
  • 6 Pu$$y on the Phone
  • 7 Textin' My Ex
  • 8 May I
  • 9 I Told My Girl
  • 10 She Needed Me
  • 11 Your Friend
  • 12 Cee Cee from DC
  • 13 Goal Line
  • 14 2 Fine
  • 15 That Comeback
  • 16 Second Chance (Don't Back Down)