"Who Am I" Lyrics: T-Pain

T-Pain gives us a new track asserting his identity. Check out the lyrics below.

T-Pain - Who Am I Lyrics

Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough
It’s all that shit, I’m about that life
I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice
I’m a bad motherfucker

See I’m touts in the prouts, mean as a motherfucker
I make the entrance on the scene like a motherfucker
I say some things that’s obscene about your mother’s brother
So say uncle but that don’t mean that I’m undercover
Chester molester, I ball like uncle fester
You niggas ghetto and I got class like a professor, yes sir
I was only 15 and had 25 lighters on the dresser
I promise I’m a win, I can’t loose to these assholes
I’ma be playing leap frog over these tad poles
And I’ma have my wife smiling at you mad hoes
Taking off the news, peep in the bathroom
Tell them niggas I’m seeing it like a sidekick, I’m
Pressing the game, what you mean I wasn’t invited, huh?
Fuck your approval, I can see it when you biting me
You could have told me that you like me
Hold up nigga, I make the change first,
I put the change on it, I make you flip it
You put my name on it,

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Now homie tell me this, tell me this
Who the meanest, pretties, baddest, ... round down
who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough
It’s all that shit, I’m about that life
I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice
I’m a bad motherfucker

Showin off, just be glad that I showed up
Sit back, relax, enjoy the motherfucking show, cousin
I got your hoe buzzing, I know you mad
But you keep cursing, you gonn get disintegrated into nothing, fuck him
She ain’t fucking with me, I got bitches in my dressroom that used to fuck with 50
But now she want them country niggas, that’s’ right
And you just rolling with a bunch of niggas,
I ball out, bitch please, kiss the ring hoe
The big 3, yeah, I made it through the hate
My mind is a temple, you can’t make it through the gates
I ride for my people fam you in Florida state
I survived through the hunger, they got mad when I ate
I can’t lie man I’m feeling great, I leave them with an empty plate
Hold up nigga, I make the change first,
I put the change on it, I make you flip it
You put my name on it,

Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Now who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Now homie tell me this, tell me this
Who the meanest, pretties, baddest, ... round down
who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
who am I, I’m a bad motherfucker jay
Man I got my hands up high, seat down low
Fuck a bitch if she ain’t about that dough
It’s all that shit, I’m about that life
I’m real, you ain’t gotta think twice
I’m a bad motherfucker.