T-Pain - No Rush Lyrics
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No Rush
No Rush Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For No Rush By T-Pain?
No rush (Yeah)
No rush at all (Yeah) No rush (Yeah) No rush at all (Yeah) Ay You're a bad bitch and I'm an asshole With a habit of fuckin' mad hoes 'Til you came around and made it all slow down Sweatin' you now, I wanna take you down And I see now that you won't let me down So I want you to know There's no rush, no rush, babe No rush (no rush at all), no rush, babe No rush, no rush, babe No rush (no rush at all), no rush Baby, take your time and I'll be here waiting, you know (No rush, no rush No rush, no) You're a bad bitch and I'm an asshole What a difference, still a match though It don't matter 'cause you got my heart on locked down Sweatin' you now, I wanna take you down And I see now that you won't let me down And I want you to know There's no rush, no rush, babe No rush (no rush at all), no rush, babe No rush, no rush, babe No rush (no rush at all), no rush Baby, take your time and I'll be here waiting, you know (No rush, no rush No rush, no) Baby ain't no rush at all (No rush) Oh (No rush at all) Oh (No rush) Oh (No rush at all) Baby, take your time and I'll be here waiting, oh (No rush) Baby ain't no rush at all (No rush) Yeah, yeah (No rush at all) Yeah, yeah (No rush) Ouuh (No rush at all) Baby ain't no rush at all |
Who Wrote No Rush By T-Pain?
Faheem Rashad Najm
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What's The Duration Of The No Rush By T-Pain?The duration of No Rush is 2:49 minutes and seconds. |
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