AKON GUNSHOT ☆ LONELLY

[Intro: Kardinal Offishall]
Man!!!
Mi nuh know a wah do dem likkle dutty gal feel like yuh know T-Pain?!
Kardinal Offishall, T-Pain, Konvict R-R-REMIX!!!!
And all di man dem seh RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

[Akon:]
Why you watchin me just do you (Come on dog?)
Just do you (Just do you man) Just do you
Hehehehe!!!! Akon!!!!

[Verse 1: Akon]
I know you see it, I ain’t no longer +Lonely+
Tell ya boyfriend to chill and relax when he see you rubbin all up on meeee-eeh
So why he’s so heated? Damn, it just dawned on me
Cause if he was a G, baby just like me, we can head to ping-pong it (yeaaah)
That makes me wond-a, when he gon’ get you outta that Hond-a
And put you in a car that you ain’t never heard of like Pagani Zonda
And you could meet my MOTH-a, in the east, they call her Af-rica (Mama Africa)
Betcha never seen a jungle from a leer jet, waitin ’til you see how they greet ya (yeah)
When you get to Senegaaaaaaal!!!! Senegaaaaaaal!!!!
Senegaaaaaaal!!!! Senegaaaaaaal!!!!

[Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall]
Hey gal let’s get it poppin, From Kingston to Slawson
Rudebwoy check di bulletin, big copper big Jamaica to Fulton
Magnolia to Jersey, di gal a kiss it like a Hershey
Mi buddy bitter like Certs, see
Mi nah bow so di gal dem a curse mi
CHO! From Kingston to Haiti, all a di badman rate mi (YEAH!!!!)
Dem likkle pussyholes hate but dem niggas nah straight
Dat dem wifey waan date mi (Gunshot!)
I got more gold than Usain (Bolt)
Romp wid di Konvict crew oonu must be insane
Don’t touch Autotune if you ain’t T-Pain
Cocksman Kardinal will never abstain, NO!!!!

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Oh, I can’t believe it!
Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me
Man, man, I thank she want me, want me
Naw, I, can’t leave her lonely, naaaaaw!
Oh, I can’t believe it!
Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me
Man, man, I thank she want me, want me
Naw, I, can’t leave her lonely, naaaaaw!
Man you don’t understand, she make the people say yeeeeeeea-aah
Yeeeeeeeeeeaa-aah, yeeeeeeeeeeaa-ah
She hit the main stage, she make the people say yeeeeeeea-aah (yeah)
Yeeeeeeeeeeaa-aah (yeah), yeeeeeeeeeeaa-ah

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I can put you in the condo, all the way up in Toronto
Baby, put you in a fur coat, ridin the Murciélago
I put you in the beach house, right on the edge of Costa Rica
Put one of them lil’ flowers in your hair, have you lookin like a fly mamacita – fuego
‘Cause you look so GOOOOD, you make me wanna spend it all on ya
Get up out this club, slide wit ya boy and we can do what you wanna – yeaaah
Baby, I bought you in the back, ’cause you need a lil’ persuasion
Plus you need a lil’ ventilation
Let’s talk about yoooooooooooou, and meeeeeeeeeee