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T Pain Take Your Shirt Off

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take your motha fuckin shirt off Shirt off Take ya motha fuckin shirt shirt shirt shirt shirt shirt take ya shirt off [Chorus:] Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt

take your motha fuckin shirt off Shirt off Take ya motha fuckin shirt shirt shirt shirt shirt shirt take ya shirt off [Chorus:] Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt

is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin' for bruisin' Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away I don't

bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring

rich You feel this, shaper than a tooth pain, double-deuce pain My verse take aim, blow your fame with a burst of flames Ain't nothin' changed, I die in this game Take

in stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt. I move to the center and take off my shirt. I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can

a lick-hit nigga all I do is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your

we cut off all kind circulation Breathin', eatin' the whole situation When we do our shit, we do our shit for real While you take your money for your deal and make your