Calm the Fuck Doun Songtext
von T‐Pain

I don′t know
(I don't know)
Say I′m doing nothing but it's something
No matter what I do

You can go
Ooo, pack your bags and run, and get the money, girl, it's all up to you
I can′t stay, ooh, stay home
Not with all this fussing and this arguing and cussing at me
Go away, ooh, away, ooh
Hundreds, dollars, fifties when them twenties get to busting you′ll see

But baby girl, I can't take all of this fussing and hollering
Moving and tossing shit around
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down

But baby girl, I can't take all of this fussing and hollering
Moving and tossing shit around
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down


Now I know
(Now I know)
All your friends want me and you to break up
To make up, its fo' sho
Ooh, they just player haters commentators
Tell them hoes to just face up

′Cause were in love, love
They don't wanna see us happy walking, talking doing our thang
But hold up, up
Ooh, you can't disrespect me, bitch
Get outta and give me back all my change

But baby girl, I can′t take all of this fussing and hollering
Moving and tossing shit around
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down

But baby girl, I can't take all of this fussing and hollering
Moving and tossing shit around
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down

Now I see
(Now I see)
That you and me shouldn't be
Ooh, it′s the end 'cause you gone let your friends tell you how to live


Now I see
(Now I see)
That you and me shouldn′t be
Ooh, it's the end 'cause you gone let your friends tell you how to live

And baby girl, I′m not gone take all of this fussing
And hollering moving and tossing shit around
(You betta put them pots down)
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down

And baby girl, I'm not gone take all of this fussing
And hollering moving and tossing shit around
(You betta put them pots down)
And you best not throw them pots and them pans in here
I′m the man in here, you better calm the f- down
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, dough, ohh...)

You better get out my face, b-