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Let Me Thru Video (MV)




Performed By: T-Pain
Featuring: Lil Wayne
Length: 3:08
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm




T-Pain - Let Me Thru Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]

Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
I'm talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain't gonna take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like "is this what you waitin' on?"
I'll tell you what, homie, you ain't gotta wait long
Thinkin' bout this trophy I'mma take home
Give 'em something they can hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yea, I'mma tell you what you not gonna do
'Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari
Then the Bugatti got one too
I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabum
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom

And I'm like
Hold up, hold up, yeah you got to let me through
Yea, uh
You got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh
You got to let me through uh
Huh, yeah
You got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma stay slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them through

I've got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
Lil Tune, the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got pedals I've never stepped on
Buttons I've never pressed on
Backseats I've never effed on
Police, they'll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas
Money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings
I pull 'em til they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah
More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair
I feel like racing racing, who racing?
Don't give up the location
And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Riding so fast with the top down
The wind sound like a standing ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious ow

Holla, yeah
You got to let me through
Yeah, uh
Yeah you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh
You got to let me through uh
Huh, yeah
You got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma stay slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them through yeah

Holla, yeah
You got to let me through
Yeah, uh
Yeah you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin' yeah
So you got to let them too huh, yeah
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Now I'm just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
I'm talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain't gonna take long
Then I hop out at the finish line like "is this what you waitin' on?"
I'll tell you what, homie, you ain't gotta wait long
Thinkin' bout this trophy I'mma take home
Give 'em something they can hate on
Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
Yea, I'mma tell you what you not gonna do
'Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari
Then the Bugatti got one too
I'm tryna throw these great balls of fire, I'm talking wu-bablabum
Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom

And I'm like
Hold up, hold up, yeah you got to let me through
Yea, uh
You got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh
You got to let me through uh
Huh, yeah
You got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma stay slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them through

I've got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
Lil Tune, the tycoon
Cash Money mascot, it's hot under this costume
Got pedals I've never stepped on
Buttons I've never pressed on
Backseats I've never effed on
Police, they'll get the F bomb
I still ride with my niggas
Money don't change a gangster
And when I'm asked to pull a few strings
I pull 'em til they untangle
Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah
More money, more problems, I'm surprised I still have black hair
I feel like racing racing, who racing?
Don't give up the location
And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
And go throw at them pole babies
Riding so fast with the top down
The wind sound like a standing ovation
Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my bitch fast and flirtatious ow

Holla, yeah
You got to let me through
Yeah, uh
Yeah you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them too
Huh, yeah, uh
You got to let me through uh
Huh, yeah
You got to let me through
'Cause I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma stay slidin', slidin'
So you got to let them through yeah

Holla, yeah
You got to let me through
Yeah, uh
Yeah you got to let me through
And I stay ridin', ridin'
You got to let me through
I'mma slidin', slidin' yeah
So you got to let them too huh, yeah
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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