(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
Got a motherf**king six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playing, I ain’t scared of em
Tell them pu**y ni**as let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon go left
Yeah, cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bi**hes sitting by the torch
My ni**as got that flare, screaming you your
Different neighborhood
Craz
The police don’t even come round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming f**k them other bi**hes
See me in the streets with that flag on my face
(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m
(Verse 2 – Zoey Dollaz)
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian ni**a’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either f**k with us or don’t
Ni**a we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask em how them Haitian ni**as do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah ni**a, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians
(Chorus – T-Pain)
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
(Verse 3 – T-Pain)
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Ni**a you gon find out
Ni**a this is my house
And i’ll put a pu**y ni**a up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbing and weaving, I send them round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bi**h I’m with gon pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that s**t, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My ni**as got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian ni**as come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse
(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I’m feeling like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m
