Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disa My Ting , by - T-Pain. Song from the album The Iron Way, in the genre СоулRelease date: 19.02.2018
Record label: Funky
Song language: English
Disa My Ting |
| Yea |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Word |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Pizzle |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Nappy boy |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Ah |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Uh |
| (Get down on the ground) |
| Let’s do it |
| Ay… welcome to epic-ness, I’m so dope and it’s effortless |
| Yeah I’m tryna brag and boast |
| If you looking for the shit, nigga step in this |
| Disa my ting, hoes in the back room kissing my ring |
| Ready for the day, hit me with the visine |
| Getting to the money, counting up the ice cream |
| Me a balla boy, she with me, you better not call her boy |
| I’ma pass her ‘round to all my boys |
| And she want the nuts like Almond Joy |
| Yeah, price tag don’t matter |
| If it ain’t about money then it’s just chit chatter |
| Bank account, steady climbing up the ladder |
| You can literally see all of my pockets gettin' fatter |
| But I’m over your head |
| Southern folk call it gettin' swole in the head |
| But your girlfriend call it, wait |
| Something just broke in the bed |
| Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that’s my team |
| Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin' |
| Nigga, disa my ting |
| This is my song and me have the crown cuz disa my ting |
| And I restart the style and a me drive the car, disa my ting |
| If you wan make a money, then they ask you work for me, cuz disa my ting |
| And might wan stop me, but dem other girls copy, cuz disa my ting |
| Here we go, (here we go) |
| Fuck nigga, disa my ting |
| Bitch nigga, disa my ting |
| Pussy whore, disa my ting |
| Disa my ting, disa my ting |
| Pimpin' since been pimp ass nigga |
| Whippin' expensive whips ass nigga |
| They be tryna hold me but they know I got a roley |
| That will make ya fuckin wrist go limp, my nigga |
| You a simp, my nigga |
| I bet your pocket full of lint, my nigga |
| Everybody knows that I put it on these hoes |
| Got her sounding like a motherfucking chimp, my nigga |
| Welcome to the jungle, dog |
| Balenciaga by the bundles, dog |
| My bitch gotta put a helmet on |
| My wide receiver don’t fumble balls |
| I’m rich as fuck and y’all like that shit |
| Smoke good nigga like that spliff |
| Throwin' money in the club, make it right back bitch |
| And I’m drinkin' like I don’t know what a night cap is |
| Cuz I ball too much, money too heavy, in the mall with a crutch |
| Get a quarter pound of that cush |
| Fuck around later on, put it all in the dutch |
| Nappy boy, win squad, nigga, that’s my team |
| Ballin', stuntin', drinkin', smokin' |
| Nigga, disa my ting |
| Yeah fuckboy, disa my ting |
| When a girl dem see me, dem say disa my king |
| Ay boy I mean ya really cute and I like him |
| I’m a dog, big up the Vikings |
| Psychics couldn’t see me when I’m on a mission, no sidekick |
| Just a nigga with a trigger and a cool head |
| Pause for the cause, I’ma boss for the boss |
| I’m an OG with a G tucked in my drawers |
| Ahead of my time with an animal rhyme (growl) |
| Like when it’s Busta Rhymes (eeen) |
| Gotta finesse all my lines (eeen) |
| Gotta impress all the dimes |
| So when they see me, right away they know disa my ting |
| I don’t play no games, yo this my ring |
| Champion ting, autograph the jersey |
| Melt them bars like hershey |
| Lord have mercy, curse me, just don’t push me |
| Don’t make me lift up ya skirt, expose ya nature |
| I don’t rate ya, to me you’re garbage |
| Couple bodyguards don’t make you the hardest artist |
| No sir, just a punk in a fur |
| I’ma hunk and I don’t smoke skunk |
| Just murder the beats been in ya trunk, |
| Clip ya wing |
| If a pussy wanna test, disa my ting |
| Do it |