conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Let Me Thru with the following description: T-Pain teams up with Tunechi to rap about his passion as a luxury car connoisseur.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: T-Pain]
  Now I'm just sittin' here at this red light
  With my emergency brake on
  The wheels spinnin', whip lookin' 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
  All I'm thinkin' bout this is trophy I'mma take home
  Give 'em somethin' 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 askin' me about race holmes
  Yea, I'ma tell you what you not gonna do
  Cause if the wing 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 woo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom
  Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
  And I'm like
  [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through
  Yea, you gotta let me through
  And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too
  You gotta let me through
  You gotta let me through
  Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I 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, still 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 until 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 win then 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
  [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through
  Yea, you gotta let me through
  And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too
  You gotta let me through
  You gotta let me through
  Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too [Verse 3: T-Pain]
  No I don't know why y'all niggas think
  I been slackin' like I ain't been on my shit
  Until I pass by in that fast ride and now your bitch is on my dick
  I'm talkin' bout, slidin', back and forth up in your tub
  I fuck that shit on that video, now that video is on Pornhub
  I say ridin' through FSU in that fam, fam
  I've been packin' stacks
  And now we back to back on them can ams
  Lam-borghini paint
  I remain to reign over these lame-ass rap niggas
  Matter fact, niggas packed in the back
  Of the 'Lac with a knapsack full of Macs and snacks
  For the attack, you niggas ain't got time to react
  Nappy boy in this bitch bring the calvary back
  Teddy Pain motherfucker, I don't slack on the track
  Red dot to the dome, put a gap in your hat
  Chevy leanin' like a bitch, boy you have to relax
  Double sided like a battlin' axe
  You gettin' mad cause your rappin' is wack
  And all the shit that you been doin' recently
  My niggas laughin' at that
  [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hold up, yeah, you gotta let me through
  Yea, you gotta let me through
  And I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too
  You gotta let me through
  You gotta let me through
  Cause I stay ridin', you gotta let me through
  And my niggas slidin', so you gotta let them too