[B.o.B] You who it is without a doubt or hesitation If talks I got my masters in communication But you can't a conversation Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking the chef in the lab making greatness Ain't a thing changed but the on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the in the backseat Get a off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Ray baby an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and like a track Yeah that to do it Give it that Carl I got the baby call me George Lucas I'm so but my flow's so foolish These niggas making moves my niggas making movies
[Playboy I'm wild a crazy night like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping with a baby My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frame Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake Damn right I want a double rice I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your Your face'll look like head Girls me Tre day I'm for pay day My got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will But I got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother I cuss cause I like it F-ck hoe You mad cause I'm balling, life is a son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little New shit dropping "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
Don't roll p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas That's why your choosing dawg, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling your bitch She threw out your mixtape but she my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Allen Poe shit Haters be getting defensive 4th down and show blitz But I don't punt it, I run it for a Ever I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the shit so fix the beast and the game's you And if this ain't what you hip-hop it must be bungee jumping I'm smoking on some of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit the night before jumpin' Lil C got that bumping so you can hear me coming And my Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my haters rest in I make a hundred on the Monday and go the rest of week Pray on niggas a Sunday See your artist a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies a piece It was me and old in the Scaglietti Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say past ready Swagger on the finish, I I'm Andretti I push it to the limit get 'em haters heavy Wait a I'm a menace out to the winners Jacket boy like a flag before the finish? I'm getting started and niggas at they end And say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning I be with a bitch that looks Kim Kardashian She on these niggas not by purpose but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm passing em like Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that order Aint with that weed, like where that water at Like where them nigga Somebody that Caught a cases, went to jail but I aint going back