[B.o.B] You who it is without a doubt or hesitation If money talks I got my in communication But you can't hold a Probably me burning something good you can call that smoking aces Compliment the in the lab making greatness a thing changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I can't what was you saying go so low that the freaks in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Ray baby an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and like a meet Yeah ought to do it Give it that Lewis I got the magic baby call me Lucas I'm so prolific but my so foolish niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild like a crazy like a baby wipe Y'all just a boy sleeping with a baby light My ex say I'm a dick cause my frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the right I want a double fried rice I'm bread I put my dick up in your face Your look like Stewies head Girls me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got bottle poppin' niggas than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your step I cuss cause I it bitch F-ck hoe You mad cause I'm balling, is a mutherfcker Your son is a so hater live life a little New shit soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my won't quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
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[Meek Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my rest in peace I make a on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas like a See your artist a feast I got 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece It was me and old melly? in the to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I I'm Andretti I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed Wait a minute I'm a out to the winners Jacket boy Louies a flag before the finish? I'm getting started and niggas at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the I be with a bitch that looks like Kim She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im than yo quarter back I bring that order Aint f-ckig with that weed, where that water at Like them purps nigga Somebody that a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going back