T-Pain, The Game - Khaki Suit lyrics
T-Pain [Faheem Rashad Najm] Tallahassee, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[T-Pain, The Game - Khaki Suit lyrics]
She say she like a little bit of Drizzy
A little Weezy
A little Jeezy, a little T-Peezy
But that ain't me see, my phantom ride easy
Peanut butter inside
And she's my Reeses pieces
She gotta be mine, I don't do leases
I wear that baby phat out
Like one of Russell's nieces
And I'm talking about the oldest one
And if I had to choose between them
She the coldest one
One Gucci, one Louie, one christian laby
Baby, maybe I should
I should draw the line but she gon' trace me
Walk in Jimmy Choo's and
She dance like Stacey
Fuck the window shop she wanna
Try that thing on
I was like
(yup) but I ain't Trey Songz
I write Dre songs
And I bang Drake songs, I run this town
What the fuck is they on?
I don't trust her
I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her
But I love her
And if somebody else touch her, I go hard
Keep it sharp like the crease
In my Khaki suit
She like my khaki suit she like
My khaki suit yeah yeah
She says she's in the fashion
So I told her to a imagine
Gucci, Louie, Mark Jacob bags and
She on the catwalk
Tyra Banks she passed them
Love True Religions but can't fit the ass in
A size two
So what we gon' do is
Take it the Beyoncé's stylist
And she be wylin
Sayin that my rap be violent
I know how to keep that silent
Take her far, far from the hood
Where ain't no sirens
Unless she listenin' to Howard
Stern on Sirius
No, I mean Sirius, cause she's so serious
And I kills the cat, when the cat get curious
And you can take me as that, biohazarding
You should have your hazmat
If I took your girl
You can have your cat back
This the 106 new joint
And she just a flash back
A little Weezy
A little Jeezy, a little T-Peezy
But that ain't me see, my phantom ride easy
Peanut butter inside
And she's my Reeses pieces
She gotta be mine, I don't do leases
I wear that baby phat out
Like one of Russell's nieces
And I'm talking about the oldest one
And if I had to choose between them
She the coldest one
One Gucci, one Louie, one christian laby
Baby, maybe I should
I should draw the line but she gon' trace me
Walk in Jimmy Choo's and
She dance like Stacey
Fuck the window shop she wanna
Try that thing on
I was like
(yup) but I ain't Trey Songz
I write Dre songs
And I bang Drake songs, I run this town
What the fuck is they on?
I don't trust her
I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her
But I love her
And if somebody else touch her, I go hard
Keep it sharp like the crease
In my Khaki suit
She like my khaki suit she like
My khaki suit yeah yeah
She says she's in the fashion
So I told her to a imagine
Gucci, Louie, Mark Jacob bags and
She on the catwalk
Tyra Banks she passed them
Love True Religions but can't fit the ass in
A size two
So what we gon' do is
Take it the Beyoncé's stylist
And she be wylin
Sayin that my rap be violent
I know how to keep that silent
Take her far, far from the hood
Where ain't no sirens
Unless she listenin' to Howard
Stern on Sirius
No, I mean Sirius, cause she's so serious
And I kills the cat, when the cat get curious
And you can take me as that, biohazarding
You should have your hazmat
If I took your girl
You can have your cat back
This the 106 new joint
And she just a flash back