[B.o.B] You who it is without a doubt or hesitation If money talks I got my in communication But you can't a conversation find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces Compliment the chef in the lab greatness a thing changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my so loud I can't hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete I run and and jump and like a track meet that ought to do it Give it that Carl I got the magic baby call me George I'm so prolific but my flow's so These making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild a crazy night Clean like a wipe just a momma's boy sleeping with a baby light My ex say I'm a cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake Damn right I want a fried rice I'm getting I put my dick up in your face Your face'll look Stewies head call me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got more bottle niggas than the AA and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell But I got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother I cuss I like it bitch F-ck hoe You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker Your son is a leprichaun so live life a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my
Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we them vajeenas why your girl 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 with your She threw out mixtape but she knows my whole disc My sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and 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 so fix the plumbing beast and the game's you And if this ain't what you call it must be bungee jumping I'm on hydroponic some of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit the night before jumpin' Lil C got that beat so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in anyone was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my rest in peace I a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week on niggas like 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 melly? in the to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I I'm Andretti I it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy Wait a minute I'm a Shout out to the Jacket boy Louies like a flag the finish? I'm just getting and niggas at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot the beginning I be with a bitch that looks like Kim She aint on these niggas not by but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that back Aint with that weed, like where that water at Like them purps nigga Somebody order Caught a couple cases, to jail but I aint going back