Mission Statement lyrics - B.o.B
Let me assert my firm belief
That the only thing that we have to fear is...fear itself
Cut the check man [x2]
Bobby!
Ladies and gentlemen
Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis
This is the part where you flip the fuck out as you feel the adrenaline
I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience
Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin
But fuck it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment
All of these years I was taught to be ignorant
Tryin' to figure out why I'm so dif-ferent
Modern day life is set up like a pyramid
I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance
Wake up now, tryna' sell me a membership
Shittin' on niggas so much that I'm hemorrhaging
Your bitch on my couch auditioning
She wants me to buy her some booty shots
But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin
My mind's overflowing with images
So many thoughts I can never remember them
But I never forget to go straight to the source
I learned to cut out all the middle men
I got no patience for your basics
Time is windiling, you just ain't interesting
No strangers inside of the organization
That shit is strictly prohibited
The music industry is sickening
But no one will ever admit this shit
These niggas ain't making the numbers they make
And shit, half of these niggas pretending
Yo, fuck a hater, fuck a genre
No genre
You can't box it in
They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in
They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day
You'll never be able to describe me
No genre, no genre, no genre
The label
Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up?
To prove I go a little bit harder
I'm like Jesus on the microphone
I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots)
Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker
The rap game just got a little bit smaller
I just lay down the facts
So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack
Niggas say I ain't dope, need to lay off the crack
Bustin' like a motherfuckin' AR with lasers
Drop a fuckin' bomb on the radar like Adolf was back
I blow a state straight off the map
Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back
Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat
Where the, where the, where the players at?
Bring the paper back
Running through the racks like a motherfuckin' pyromaniac
I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat
With a decent booty hanging out her back
Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)
But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat
Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac?
Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back
Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit
Just cause you're dressed like a hippie
Attending the Coachella concert and shit
Don't make you no different than me
Cause I happen to like making money and shit
I'm just being honest, I never make promises
I just pay homage and shit
No Genre you bitch
Bandz
Many Rivers lyrics - B.o.B
Many rivers to cross (you ain't got to ask me what I do this for)
But I can't seem to find my way over (I do this for my city)
Constantly on the come up, constantly on the come up
But I always get this feeling and it's constantly on my stomach
I learned to always follow my instinct, when you come from where I come from
They try to make a nigga feel like King Kong in the concrete jungle
Damn, cause they don't teach niggas how to deal with anger
Nah, they only teach niggas there ain't nothin' real but danger
Politics will not swing in our favor
Cause all of us are rappers or entertainers
But I still woke up and said, "Young nigga, get it"
Cause this is your life you can choose how you live it
Are we just lost in the city of madness?
Or do the powers that be just lack human compassion?
I don't know...
And they don't want you to speak the truth, man
See when you speak the truth they like to make you feel crazy
But you ain't crazy, don't let them lie to you
Whoever you are, you out there
Keep doing you, man, fuck the haters
Let 'em hate, let 'em hate
You only get one life, you know
And this life ain't in my control
When you talk about politics, it's a rod for a lightning bolt
Tell me how do you fight a war when the price is for your soul?
When you gambling with your life, that's a hell of a pair of dice to roll
They say, "Bobby Ray where you went? All you talk about is whips"
I say you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it take a sip
Yeah, everybody got their own two pennies
But what does that mean if it don't make sense?
I see the crowd, their hands up high
But what does that mean? What do they get?
At the end of the day what I get paid and they go home what do they think?
How can we ever be free if policies don't ever change?
You know, sometimes it feels like it's just against the world, man
Who really got our best interests, man?
Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, man
Don't, don't, don't let 'em take your soul, don't take your soul
Many rivers to cross (you ain't got to ask me what I do this for)
But I can't seem to find my way over (I do this for my city)
No Genre
People ask me what No Genre means
You know, I once did a mixtape called No Genre
I didn't realize that no genre man, like no genre really described my career
People started, like, gravitating toward No Genre and, you know, I was like, "Fuck it, let's do a part two"
It really can't be defined by any genre, so
Fuck it man, No Genre
Lambo lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Kevin Gates, Jake Lambo)
[Hook: B.o.B.]
You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga
You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga
You ain’t smoking on a pack like this, my nigga
You ain’t never rolled in a Lambo like this [x3]
You ain’t never seen a bitch like this, my nigga
You ain’t never met a nigga like me, my nigga
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
You meet a nigga like me, you a liar
If you smoking like me, then you high
I'mma need about 13 freaks tonight
It’s so many bitches, looking like a freak collage
And she finna swallow my Pina Colada
The way I throw the D, she gon need a massage
If she wake up tomorrow, a hangover got her
We party from Vegas to Reno, Nevada
We do it big, cause life is a bitch that’ll eat you alive like a sea of piranhas
It’s neat cause I got to release it to all them
And you ain’t even seen em, you ain’t even got em
I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star
I’m not a rapper, I’m a rock star
And if you see me in that Lambo
I got the bitch with the top off
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
I ain’t ever rolled in a Lambo
My bitch dance on a stage named Lambo
Hundred round drum that’s ammo, something like Rambo
Dicks hit the door, hit the scale and the blow
Now we running that quarterback scramble
I done hid it with the fork and the knife and the pyrex
Young nigga trapping out a bando
Turn 126 to a 252, worked the wrist
I could win me a Lambo
Don’t want to be in love, I can pay for affection
White girl off with the handle
First show for the 20 now there’s 200 bands
Book a show, drop 50 till you’re at the hotel
Rock two in one night
Then the cook want to front you cause the microwave on while we at the hotel
I say I don’t get tired!
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 3: Jake Lambo]
Fly like a plane in the sky high
Jake is the name, I’m a dangerous guy
Had me in the cage and I ain’t know why
See I am a beast, no I ain’t gon' lie
Came here to claim what I want, bang in the trunk
Hands in the sky, get 'em up
I kill 'em, yup
On my high horse like giddyup
Really bruh, I’m just tryna see a milly bucks
Nigga what?
I go so retarded, go the hardest don’t you see
You can look around the world, still never find another me
With that said I'mma rip off heads
Whoever running shit, then I’ll break y’all legs
I’m just tryna make hits like baseball players
On the way to the top, just a few more stairs
Jake!
[Hook: B.o.B]
Lean On Me lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Victoria Monet)
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
If you ever need somebody to lean on
Lean on me, lean on me
Cause I'mma make you feel so high that you could live for eons
Lean on me, lean on me
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
See it's me they leanin' on
Let me get my Morgan Freeman on
Brand new this, brand new that
Won't see no one with these sneakers on
Drunk as fuck by three in the mornin'
She came through 'bout four AM
Five o'clock I'm back in the club
And they goin' crazy cause they know that's him
Who's that's him? Yeah, that's me
Call that boy young Bobby Ray
The way she moves, she don't need to worry
I can tell everything her body say
But, DJ, bring that record back
DJ bring that record back
She leaned up, booty hella fat
I'm throwin' that cheese like pepper jack
Lean on me
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Lemme get down to the business
Young nigga came from the trenches
Why the weed lit like that?
Cause you don't ever know when it's finished
So we in this thing 'till it's done
Go hard, fuck it, we young
We turned up in this motherfucker
You scared of life, you better run
I'm so high I can elevate
Get your glass in the air, let it levitate
Pour some out for the homies
Then save some for the better days
She give it to me like it's mine
I'mma chop her down with this pine
I spit codeine if you need a fix
You can lean off of these lines
Lean on me
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Bridge: B.o.B]
You need something to lean on, this your faded song
This your faded song, this your faded song
And if you need a light, you can never lean wrong
This your faded song, this your faded song
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
[Bridge: B.o.B]
Follow Me lyrics - B.o.B
Well as I look up to the sky
My angels pass me by
And all this pain inside
But on the surface I look fine
At night I lay awake
I haven't slept since yesterday
But I just continue to breathe
And maybe one day I can leave
So
[Hook:]
Follow me and then one by one we'll all go marching
If you believe, then you know where we're going, darling
Follow me and then one by one we'll all go marching
Into the stars, where we belong
Well as I walk this narrow road
Meeting faces I approach
Though some try to buy my soul
But all that glitters is not gold
And it's sad to say
But to some people I'm insane
Maybe August, maybe May
But will I leave here one day?
So
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Get Right lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Mike Fresh)
[Intro: B.o.B]
Man, I'm 'bout to get right
Man, I'm 'bout to get right
Trip, trip, dead light
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
Everybody, get right
I'm 'bout to get right
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Yeah, J, I'm 'bout to get right
Yeah I'm 'bout to twist off, I'm 'bout to lift off, I'm 'bout to take flight
Flyin' with the brakes off so don't blow my buzz and don't kill my vibe
And you ask me is this the way I feel or is it still just a high
There goes my imagination again
There goes my thoughts, away with the wind
There's no medication as amazing as this
Your favorite fragrance, your favorite spliff
As real as they come, for niggas like us
Where days where the fakers get fake as they get
We take us a hit
We just be coolin', you lookin' anxious as shit
I know they see me, doin' my thang
I go too many places to trip
This shit I'm on, this shit so strong
You could take 20 vacations per hit
Man, ain't nobody as faded as this
Man, ain't no life as outrageous as this
And I would pull out my resume
But it's too many pages to flip
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
[Verse 2: Mike Fresh]
Everybody's got advice
Everybody need what they need to get right
I won't judge you, so don't judge me
When you see me cranberry moonwalkin' my Sprite, all right
Fuckin' with [?], you smokin' the best dope
You been workin' all day, it's time to let go
So what, we high? So what, we drunk?
And if we run out, it's nothin' to get more
Livin' my life one day at a time
Tryna get right one play at a time
You never can predict what I'm gonna do next, No Genre
I ain't finna stray off in a line
If I had it my way, I'd ball everyday
Hit the mall everyday
Go through 100K, and put it all in the safe
What the hell a celebration for?
Drinkin' moonshine out a mason jar
Patron margaritas, pretty señoritas
Bringing me everything I need like, "Si Señor"
You could pull up to the kick back
But you better have a six pack or somethin'
You don't wanna be the one empty handed
When everybody ask, "Where the liq at?"
Get right
[Hook: Mike Fresh x8]
Drunk AF lyrics - B.o.B (feat. TyDolla$ign)
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B.]
Yeah yeah
I’m drunk as fuck, bitch hold me close, yeah yeah
I pull up, she catch the holy ghost, yeah yeah
I’m too dope, bitch overdose, yeah yeah
See I’m the one she want, do the most, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
See I pull up so fucking player
They want to see [?], bitch is putting twist in my hair
If I had it, yeah, yeah yeah
Smoke it up till it ain’t none left
Got rachet hoes to my right, got freak hoes to my left
Like yeah, it’s mega pain in this bitch
It don’t get much more Decatur than this
More Decatur than this, bet you can’t get much more faded than this
Seventeen minutes ago, she took a dose
Now that the feelings arrived, now we both in the zone
We feeling the vibe
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook: B.o.B.]
Right here, right here
20 bottles over here
Fireworks right here
Right here, right here
Watch your girl over here
Young player right here
Right here, right here
Got the whole club looking, tryna get right here
Right here, right here
Right here, right here
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up to the club on Forgi’s, with a bad bitch and my homies
Hop out feeling like an OG, got my screw face on like emojis
Walk in the bitch, I’m creasing, hundred bottles every weekend
After the club we freaking, my girl like girls, Latifah
All up in the club smoking weed, fuck security
Girl better turn back off them lights, in here 20 deep
Sipping Hennessey, give a fuck if we wrong or right
Tell a nigga hold that, hundred dollar tip, I can blow that
This your girlfriend, she gon blow that
Wipe it off on her like a doormat
All my niggas, all my niggas little bitches fuck
All my bitches, all my bitches for sure gon fuck
We ain’t cuffing hoes, we pass em
She need a ride, I call a taxi
Do I give a fuck, just ask me
Said no, and started laughing
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Forget lyrics - B.o.B
Baby you deserve the best, you deserve the best tonight
It ain't much time left, so you know the time is right
Pay no mind to all the rumors, you get caught inside the hype
We can both take off, no commercial jet, it's a private kind of flight
We can both get so lit, like a stick of dynamite
I can tell that our bodies both click, kinda like a pilot light
I'mma fire the pussy up, you can cool it down with ice
When you talkin' to your friends, tell 'em he can't do it like me
Girl, ain't no option, girl he can't rock it, naw, he can't rock it like me
Girl keep on poppin', yeah keep on poppin', yeah keep on poppin' on me
You and I both know he basic
That dick got you starin' at your phone and you debating for real
[Hook:]
Forget aboutcha nigga, you know you all that
I'll make you forget aboutcha nigga
And when he hits you, you won't call back
Forget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha nigga
Forget aboutcha nigga, forget aboutcha nigga
Aye, how come you can't get dick down some?
Bumpin' a shawty album
I'll give us both 'bout an hour 'til we both figure out the outcome
What's the outcome? Get it?
I don't wanna get too specific
But you know that I know you gon' miss it
When I'm holding you close and I hit it
That's how it's supposed to be, now she buzzin' all over me
Baby girl I'mma rock the boat, love overboard, love overseas
All night long I'm still strong
I don't know, somethin' must have came over me
Like a pornstar in a foreign car, we damn near broke 'bout both the seats
I shift gears, she roll the weed
In the trunk, that's where my motor be
She upload me pics, no clothing while she network socially
See she and I both know he basic
This dick got her staring at her phone and she debating, for real
[Hook]
She's a sociallite
The social able type
Even her schedule is sexual, oh what a night
I'm sayin', "Oh, what a night, oh what a night"
I step into my DJ booth and say hello to the mic
[Hook]
[x2:]
I'll call, you can't get dick downfall
I'll make you forget about him
DC Young Fly Speaks 2 lyrics - B.o.B
[DC Young Fly:] No Genre [pronounced "jen-rey"] everywhere
So when you out on my block everybody got your "No Genre" shirts
[B.o.B:] Genre. [pronounced "ZHänrə"]
[DC Young Fly:] Genre [pronounced "jen-rey"]. Now if you want to change it to genre [pronounced "ZHänrə"] then you would put the 'j' right there. Matter of fact you should put me on the shirt holding the sign, another "No Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"] sign leaning up on the "No Genre". So, you would be fly on top of fly. I need to change my name to "Fly Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"]. How does that sound? "DC Fly Genre" [pronounced "jen-rey"]. I'm gon' name my little girl that. Fly Genre, Fly Genre? Come here! Sit down! She said she's going to be bad. Sit down Fly Genre, sit down!
Swing My Way lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Sevyn Streeter)
[Intro: Sevyn Streeter]
Shawty swing it my way
What you waiting for baby?
Are you gonna take it?
Won’t you please swing it my way
Shawty swing it my way
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I was out on the town, whipping and swinging
Got my head on a swivel ‘cause niggas be scheming
I had just got off the phone, my partner told me “be easy”
It ain’t got no definition, we just all know the meanings
I pull up to the spot, told the valet to leave it
Runned into a little cutie she look like Jennifer Freeman
A couple feet to my right, i could see she was speaking
I couldn’t hear what she was saying ‘cause the DJ was screaming
[Pre-Hook 1: B.o.B]
So I walked over to her slowly, she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
Well you gon’ fail your drug test ‘cause all I got is dope D
I know you don’t know me, but you could be my only
She whispered in my ear and this is what she told me
[Hook: Sevyn Streeter]
Shawty swing it my way
What you waiting for baby?
Are you gonna take it?
Won’t you please swing it my way
Shawty swing it my way
If you’re feeling how I’m feeling then probably
There’s a million ways that we can get it started
I’m feeling so naughty
Swing it my way shawty
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
They say it’s better to give than it is to receive it
That’s why I give her all I got, my bad for overachieving
Get your ass out them secrets from Victoria’s Secret
Back and forth with those lips, now that’s a verbal agreement
You say your man out of season, he probably cheating
That booty the dumbest, but that head is a genius
You could check out the stroll, you swear I was skiing
Fell asleep in that pussy, woke up, thought I was still dreaming
[Pre-Hook 2: B.o.B]
But then she pull me close and cozy, she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
Well you gon’ fail your drug test ‘cause all I got is dope D
I know you don’t know me, but you could be my only
She whispered in my ear and this is what she told me
[Hook: Sevyn Streeter]
[Outro: Sevyn Streeter, B.o.B, Union]
You looking good shawty, good, sure enough, good enough for me [x4]
So bring it over to me
[Outro: Sevyn Streeter]
I’ll love you right, all day and night
Everything that you want, boy already know
So you gonna see, how good it can be, come home with me. oooh
I been watching you from across the room
I wanna know your name, won’t you swing my way?
Shawty come my way, swing my way
Oooh, swing my way, swing my way
Swing my way, shawty, oooh
The Nation lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Jake Lambo, Victoria Monet)
[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Baby, don’t you know
Everything you do away from home
Could leave me here alone
So baby don’t you go
No! [x7]
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
I saw a kid 12 years old, with a pack of cigarettes and a Glock
Cause in this ‘partments it was easy to cop
Looking for a nigga slipping, yeah they easy to spot
In the streets the enemies are just as evil as cops
The only word he ever heard from his pops was
If this the devil’s world then who hangs out at the top
He had cocaine dreams, and Scarface nightmares
I thought to myself, does anyone in this life care
Growing too fast like his days are lightyears
His mama says go to church, you need a light prayer
You think the streets need you? Well I need you right here
You need to slow it down, cause the streets don’t fight fair
For real!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jake Lambo]
It’s easy to get in trouble in the place where I’m from
Niggas lacking the education but be packing a gun
I just kick it with the homies and be having some fun
Mama keep calling, I understand you protecting your son
You found that I be smoking and I know it makes you mad
And I know you see his trace, scared Imma be just like my dad
Scared I’m doing something bad, scared I might end up dead
Well look I chose another path so get those worries out your head
Imma keep on doing it how I’m doing it
Stay working hard, making this music and
Show you I got to get it, I do
And they asking my motivation and I reply that it’s you mama
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.o.B.]
A deadly trend that never ends
City full of negligence, pregnant pedestrians
I used to think am I a prisoner or a resident
They book us for possession but they keep shipping weapons in
Either the Glock shoots you or a cop do you
They set the system up to lock you up a lot sooner
Everything you try to do they try to out do you
My mama said hallelujah cause I got a future
I got a future after something newer
They try to sell you bullshit because it sounds cooler
And if you stand out from the crowd they label you a loser
Don’t throw your life away, don’t let your eyes fool you
That’s how they use you
[Hook]
So What lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Mila J)
Get, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
Get it, get it in tonight
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B & Mila J]
So what, we do what we wanna
Everwhere we go, man, we ain't never sober
High on marijuana, shots and Coronas
Wake up on the sofa, fuck it, we can do it over
[Hook: Mila J]
I wanna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
I'm gonna get it in tonight
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
When you see me I'm probably faded
I'm drankin' then I'm probably wasted
And if you a stranger smokin' my weed up, you in violation
Uh, intoxicated so my eyes glazed and dilated
And all that's on my mind is a fine dime that I can have relation with tonight
Not tomorrow, cause tomorrow's not tonight
And tomorrow's never promised so tonight I'm getting ripe
All aboard onto my spaceship get it in, we takin' flight
Where we goin'? Man, you never know, it's one hell of a life
Yeah, you know the saying
That's why it's get money, get money man, you know the plan
Anyone saying they don't wanna get money, you know they playin'
I just woke up high as fuck on someone's sofa, man
Like what the fuck we coin' jumpin' off the corner, man?
I get lifted, I don't understand; I overstand
Shit, I roll a blunt up tighter than some yoga pants
But that's what happens when you landin' where you wanna land
I'm never sober, man
[Pre-Hook: B.o.B & Mila J x2]
[Hook: Mila J]
Hey, this is Chuck Johnny
91.1, the Chuckie man!
Chuckie Johnson, baby
This Chuckie's show
We got the hottest song in the country right now
I'm 'bout to play it
I'mma let you hear it
It's hot
It's talkin' about the real!
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Chosen lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I., Spodee)
[Hook: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hey now you know I don't do no talking, I let my diamond do it for me
But I'm blowing on loud, yea that's another story
Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad bitch screaming like I'm bringing her to glory
Glory, yup, we the bank roll mob, she can run from the dick but she can't go far
I'm in the Dominican Republic, got a couple bitches fucking on some cherry red seats and a mango card
A mango card? I know you heard about that, still a dope boy got birds on deck
Talking parakeets though, cause you a stool pigeon know you can't wait to run and spread the word bout that
And I never will let 'em, a pussy nigga keep me from being dope boy fresh
And they ain't gon' get it cause it is nigga, you can bet the bank on that
[Hook: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
(And you mean that you come up from the bottom?)
That just mean that you was chosen
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I can bet every chain on every verse I ever wrote, on every phrase on every note
No wedding ring, but I'm married though to the game for forever more
You in the game but you never score, in every lane I'm exceptional
I'm on a plane where you never go
And they tell me that life is a bitch but I much prefer mary jane as a better ho
Aye, you see most of y'all niggas just fake to me, stories made up like Maybelline
My niggas good for life, y'all still trying to get from point A to B
And they say silence is golden, so my wrist be talking shit for me
And haters can't help but hate, shit I can't help but be chosen
[Hook: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
(I don't...)
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
(And you mean that you come up from the bottom?)
That just mean that you was chosen
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
[Verse 3: Spodee]
A up on my fitted cap, my momma told me always give the critics (snap)
Balling with the homies they can try and run up on me
We gon' start tripping like they invented maps
Jordan's with denim vests, spending more than your mortgage on Vino Pet
Roll up the cigars, amino fat
Not so big, hunnits come out the side
She ain't sucking dick, she gotta jump out the ride
Another one that's choosing, that's the one I'll oblige
Focus on the money, only vocal for the moment
Niggas scavenging the hunger, wondering how I survived
For them beat the double but the triple
Burn em like a griddle, play a sucka' nigga like a fiddle
I don't say a word if I'm a kill em
Soon as I get the watch, just put em in the Nets Kerry Kittles
[Hook: B.o.B]
I don't do much talking, let the money do it for me
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
(And you mean that you come up from the bottom?)
That just mean that you was chosen
And I don't need no promo, cause the haters do it for me
I just tell it how it is, while they be telling stories
When you come up from the bottom, that just mean that you was chosen
All I Want lyrics - B.o.B
[Intro:]
I want everything I see
I wanna go in every mall in every state in every country and buy shit
Whether I can afford it or not, nigga
I want bitches, I want cars, I don’t give a fuck, I want it all
That’s what the fuck we’re here for
[Bridge:]
Say enough about a dream nigga
I’m just tryna keep it real nigga
It’s just so many woman
It’s just so many chains
It’s just so many watches
It’s just too many things
I want!
It’s just so many trips
It’s just so many bottles
It’s just too many whips
It’s just too many models
I want!
[Hook:]
All I want is money
Money, money, money
That’s all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
That’s all I want, that’s all I want
[Verse 1:]
Not a day’s goes by
It ain’t on my mind
I ain’t gon frunt
I ain’t gon lie
I'd rather have an em
Than an empty pocket
If hundreds ain’t in them
Them jeans ain’t mine, I
I swear I won muthafucka
I’ll never be a bum muthafucka
You talking about like it ain’t about the money
You just sound like a dumb muthafucka
A house on the hill by the lake
All real niggas can relate
You tryna book me for free?
But my rent is due on today
A Better life is what we’re after
Because every dream I gotta capture
I always knew that I would blow up one day
Like a nuclear reactor
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
From the cradle to a label
From decatur to the majors to papers, no more neighbors
I used to say I never cared about the money until I put food on my momma’s table
Follow the trail
Could’ve been in jail
The way that I live
Could have been fatal
Must have had an angel
It’s funny how I’m always on the screen
But as a teen I never had cable
But now I won it all
The world, the ladies, the whips
I took a fantasy and made it exist
No one ever handed a shit
We took what we had and made it this shit
That’s just from the dust to the luxury
Being off in the cut, the cutlery
That’s the gist, that’s the summary
So if you feel how I'm feeling then fuck with me!
[Hook]
[Bridge]
One Day lyrics - B.o.B
[Hook:]
I know one day, I won't have to wait in line
I know one day, I'mma get keys to that new ride
I know one day I'll be fine
And I know one day I'll get mine
And I know one day, hell it might be Monday
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I remember thinking man I need a decent ride
And I would have to ask my momma for the keys to drive
With my brother riding in an old Cutlass
Black and mild lit, whole roof busted
Well who knows maybe one day we'll have a little more
We'll finally shop somewhere else besides the corner store
My little sister say she gotta have a pair of Dior's
But right now they'll probably stop us before we hit the door
My Uncle say that's how it is where we come from
And if it weren't for bad luck, we wouldn't have none
Hard to tell the good days from the bad ones
If I could catch a shooting star then I would grab one
I'd grab one for real
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
I remember feelin' trapped and no I couldn't get out
And when they laid my momma of no it just didn't amount
I still remember how she looked when she walked into the house
But still she tried her best to show what was Christmas about
And if we wanted hot water we had to microwave it
And everyday the power cut off but we tolerate it
The thoughts of all the beats I lost because I forgot to save 'em
I'm screaming at me in the mirror like "I gotta make it!"
My teacher tryin' to get through to me because of my behaviour
I said "I got big dreams and I gotta chase 'em"
I never cared a damn thing about a college major
I only had one need, that was a lot of paper
But see I never had a thing but a lot of prayers
After school, open mic night, rockin' stages
It all started from a demo, to a limo
From a limo, to a Lambo
And all of this came up outta Decatur
Cos...
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
I used to dream about these days and the thing that I'd do
Had to get a new life, cos the old just won't do
I used to dream shades of grey, now the sky's shinin' blue
And everyday it feels like there's a way I can't lose
[Hook 2:]
Cos I knew one day, I wouldn't have to wait in line
I knew one day, I would get keys to that new ride
I knew one day I'd be fine
And I knew one day I'd get mine
And I knew one day, and not just Monday
Paper Route lyrics - B.o.B
[Verse 1:]
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling
The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law
Or make the government come after me in public
Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing
This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that double mint
Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick
They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against this shit
You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
Cube already told you, they corrupted everything
And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain
[Hook:]
A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
I pray in heaven ain’t no fuck niggas ain’t allowed
A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
[Verse 2:]
And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans
Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40
Is our views on reality kinda distorted
But still, even though I understand the story
I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate
On the sexy short bitch, so what's the score?
Chilling with some red dogs, drinking white man's poison
Ah, now that's a forfeit
Selling what's for free, that's extortion
But still I'm wondering what family was present when history was recorded
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
You think you really know what's going on?
They passing laws where they can run up in your own home
Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
The battery don't come out, that means it's always on
Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you
I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watchers
If you won't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars
This ain't no lovely day for a neighbour, ain't no Mr Rodgers
Don't let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rights
And you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right"
Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?
Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?
Think twice...
[Hook]
Ready lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Future)
[Intro: Future]
Apply major pressure my nigga
You hear me?
[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
It's Ray Bands and Freebandz, we getting money
While you're hating, we're somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians and G5, and where my posse at?
It'scoutrageous, on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you're two shady
I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberated
I'm finna smash like two potatoes
I don't give a fuck, not even two maybes
I turn up on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily
That's my swag, you should pay me
Ain't that the truth?
This is my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't that the squad
That bitch actin' like you've got to prove
While they out here catching feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major (whoooo)
[Hook]
[Bridge: Future]
We just get ready
Any time they come around here
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Anything they wanna do, hell yeah I'm ready for it
Sexy bitch just throw that back, hell yeah she's ready for it
They thought that the boy was stool, now my shit, they're checkin' for it
And your girl, she's addicted to it, I think that ho needs Betty Ford
All I heard is that boy a pop, all I heard is that boy's not
Top 5 on any list, but I've moved up by five slots
I'm passed one, high as fuck
I don't see niggas 'til I look down
Just turned my crib in to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge
So miss me with that fuckery
Girl, come here with that suckery
HamSquad, Hustle Gang, that's that Underground Luxury
I don't mess with them fake types, I'd bet them all, if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still she'll never get a buck from me
[Hook]
Throwback lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Chris Brown)
[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
And throw that back (throw that back)
Don't be scared, bitch throw back
This dick right here is cleaner than a hypochondriac
Po' that yack, po' that yack
This flow, you know that's crack
This beat, you know that track
I put my city on, you be on the map
Two hands when she on, like a scooter
She told me she wish she knew me sooner
If I hit her with' a new maneuver
What she gon' do? Scream hallelujah!
Her eyes rollin', she gone
She gettin' in her zone
And when she gimme dat look
Then I'm a do whatever I want
[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]
[Bridge]
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't play bitch, throw that back [x2]
Throw that back, throw that back
Ba-ba-ba throw that back
Throw that back, throw that back
Don't play girl, throw that back
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Don't play with' it
I'm a lay in it
I'm a paint yo walls, I'm a spray in it
Never go licky licky with' my face in it
If it's country wood, then you takin' it
I said my chain so bright I'm a vacation in it
And you fake ass nigga ain't made of shit
I got a hundred fifty racks just to show up
You had to pay? Nigga I got paid to sit
I bet yo girl know me, a young nigga but I'm feelin' like a OG
Add a 'r' and a 'y', that's a orgy
I got her legs in the sky she gon' walk a bunch of life with no feet
She said her booty from the motherland
She started wobblin' and poppin' like a rubber band
I'm throwin' ten racks with my right
She told me grab her ass with' my other hand
[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I'm a pimp, did ya know that?
Bobby Ray finna throw that
And when I throw that, D I never hold back
Hoes lookin' for me like a Lo-Jack
'Ca-Cause she wanna ride it like she stole it
That camel toe, I'm finna poke it
She got her best friend with' her and we playin' hokey-pokey
She jus' tryna focus on this wood in this pine
Bow down to the wood like a shrine
I be the 6, you be the 9
That's the only time you'll be less than a dime
Girl it's showin' time
Time to stretch, time to whine
I wanna see you wind
I wanna put it on your mind when I see you grind
Give life to the death, give sight to the blind
I wanna hit it from the back like "Aah-aah-aah!"
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Look
Go crazy to this, go crazy to this
Now I'm in the pipe cause you ain't fuckin' her right
A nigga lazy as shit
They go crazy to this, I could go crazy to this
Soon as that song drop, that thong drop
Just shake that!
[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]
Back Me Up lyrics - B.o.B
[Hook:]
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea
[Verse 1:]
Everywhere I plant my feet, everybody know 'bout me nigga
I ain't gotta say one word, I ain't gotta show ID nigga
Back when I was in 10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm Bobby Bands, I do that
Private jet I flew that
40K I threw that
A quarter pound, I blew that
It sounds crazy but it ain't nothing it
She a freak but I already knew it
She looked at me and said I'm yo biggest fan
I told her if it's real then tattoo it
Every day I wake up, smoking like Jamaicans
Like an occupation, this is so outrageous
Head so good I makein' Bill Cosby faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then to the closet, many different flavors
Someone said my love you're called a label
And tell em hurry up with the paper
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Yea, look
You niggas tryna act like B.o.B ain't go
Man, stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta blot that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that uhm
Like that huh
Take a second, let me get it right back huh
They was hopin' I'd probably fall off, right?
But all I feel was them haters on my back, yeah
I ain't even got no genre
But this ganja gives contact, yeah
Well how the hell they gon' call us the rap game
When most of yall niggas can't rap
Most of yall niggas so whack
Most of yall ain't got, most of yall ain't got no swag
Most of yall bad, most of yall niggas so flaw
And all real niggas know that
Cause see this is not necessarily based on dexterity
Cause the things they tellin' me is I'm good as I'll ever be
I'm good as I'll ever be
In the hood I'm incredibly understood cause it's definitely in my blood
I'mma paint off you nigga
[Hook x2]
Coastline lyrics - B.o.B
[Verse 1]
Why do we all want all the things that we can't have at all
Eyes to the sky, but where do you look when the sky starts to fall
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far
Stuck in the sand, lost in the desert, I'm trapped in the storm
In search of a shore
Lost in the desert, I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Trapped in the desert, still searching for more
In search of a shore
Lost in the desert, I'm trapped in the storm
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far
[Hook]
Maybe I'm blind by human desire or human design
Just a little bit further 'til I arrive
Or is it just a mirage fooling my mind
How foolish am I [x3]
[Verse 2]
Why am I here in the same club with my back to the wall?
Speeding through life just to end up running back to the start
Backward and forward in every direction, disaster's in store
Like I'm stranded at sea, it feels like the end but I know that there's more
Still I'm searching for shore
Stuck out at sea and I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Stranded at sea but I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Stuck out at sea and I'm trapped in a storm
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Born under the view of the eye
The world can be ruthless, foolish and blind
Abracadabra, illusion and lies
Fed food to consume and influence the mind
Sacrificial executions disguised as
Shootings and crimes, the news televises
Who pulls the strings? Who has the dots?
Asking these questions I lose track of time
So I ask, how human am I?
[Hook]
Wide Open lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Ester Dean)
[Hook]
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin with [x4]
[Verse 1]
If you knew better you’d do better
Tell me who’s better, nobody home
Could be my body on yo body ho
I’mma sit back and watch yo body go
Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4
Dick so big, call it 4 by 4
Smack on that ass like I know that ho
Wutchu lookin at? Girl you know me, ho it’s me
It’s me, so bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I’m finna put that ass to sleep
Yea on me, on me
This everything that you need
And you about to lose the dang girl
I’mma give you that good D
Yea that D
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Cheyah I bought the Rarri, I’mma park the Rari
I pull up then I start to party
I’m takin hoes and I’m not sorry
I’m not sorry
On my label, I’m top priority
I’m yo main bitch top priority
She talkin bout she wanna stop and admire this
I’m like we finna go the hardest
She hittin high notes like a gospel artist
Fuck a bitch silly like my cock retarded
I pop that pussy like a Glock 40
Pop pop that pussy like a Glock 40, Glock 40
For me, for me
Yea bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I’m finna put that ass to sleep
Girl goodnight
[Hook]
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
FlyMuthaFucka lyrics - B.o.B
[Verse 1]
Niggas don’t like when you fly as fuck
But I’m fly as fuck
When they see my face they be lighting up, up
They be lookin til their hair gets stuck
When they comin out their socks and such
Who’d do it how I do it hah? Nobody does
Can I have swag without being stopped for it?
I board 1st class, ye ain’t even lookin at my boarding pass
Til ya find out who I was
Now you want a photograph, a photograph
Haters on my back, like some shoulder pads
Nigga finna snap like a quarterback
Yea they know I’m fly but they hope I crash, hope I crash
[Hook]
If anybody else got something to say
Get in line, motherfucker
I swear to God I’m always on a hater’s mind
Don’t know why, I guess it’s
Cuz I’m a Fly muthafucka
I’m a Fly muthafucka
Fly muthafucka, Fly muthafucka
I swear I’m always on a hater’s mind
Don’t know why, I guess it’s
Cuz I’m a Fly muthafucka
I’m a Fly muthafucka
Fly muthafucka
Okay now watch me fly, mothafucka
I swear I’m always on a hater’s mind
Don’t know why, I guess it’s
Cuz I’m a Fly muthafucka
I’m a Fly muthafucka
[Verse 2]
Fly, fly, that nigga so fly
Y'all niggas so weak
Y'all niggas just blah
They don’t understand
Cuz you’re just so blind
I do this for the days
When I had just enough to get by
Now I got more than enough to get by
But I got more than enough on my mind
Just lost a loved one the other night
Just got home and another one died
I don’t even have the tears to cry
Tryna find gold in a diamond mine
Cuz diamonds are harder and harder to find
Ain’t no one left for me to call
Ain’t no more numbers on my line
Tell me how high must I climb
You fuck niggas stay on line
But I don’t really have the time
I don’t really have the time
[Hook x2]
HeadBand lyrics - B.o.B (feat. 2 Chainz)
[B.o.B:]
Already got one, rolled up in my left hand
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
This shit I'm on, better than the next strand
Than the next strand, better than the next strand
She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand
I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan
I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man
I don't even understand, why she'd ever want a man
If she ever throw it, I'd catch it like a cornerback
Like a cornerback, that's an interception
You think I give a fuck, that's a misconception
Oh what a night, oh what a night
The roof is on fire, so what? I'm high
I said, oh what a night, oh what a night
Yeah she a bad bitch, all jokes aside
Hey, look at baby over there
Wassup, little mama come here
She started talking but I really couldn't hear
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
She broke it down started moving like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down
Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down
All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
Drop drop that ass down, now look back at it
[2 Chainz:]
Whistling Dixie
Middle school, I was getting head on a ten speed
Gigolo blood line, pimpin' hereditary
Black on 28's, it remind of February
Day you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary
Dead ass rapper should have came with a cemetery
I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry
Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary
My vision blurry, these bitches flirtin'
I've been drinking all night, I think my kidney's hurtin'
So I closed the curtains on the 62
Her ass would knock your ass out, you better stick and move
Chain hang to my ding-a-ling
Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling
To do a threesome you gotta intervene
Her legs so sexy when I'm in-between
[B.o.B:]
Hey, look at baby over there
Wassup, little mama come here
She started talking but I really couldn't hear
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
She broke it down started moving like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
She do it like she do it in the mirror
Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears
She speed it up or slow it down, like she's switching gears
I'm looking for the baddest one here
I tell her like, do that there, do that there
You gotta stretch it out, girl move that there
She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there
Like hut one, hut two, girl who back there?
Who back there? I'm back there
I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
Picture perfect body, that's a Kodak there
Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat's there
I'm like, oh what a night, oh what a night
The roof is on fire, so what? I'm high
I'm like, oh what a night, oh what a night
That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside
Hey, look at baby over there
Wassup, little mama come here
She started talking but I really couldn't hear
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
She broke it down started moving like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
John Doe lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Priscilla Renea)
[Priscilla Renea:]
Seems like your heart stops working
The minute they close the curtain
You take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks you're taking a smoke break
Drinking some coffee
But everyone knows what you're doing
Seems like the bus moves slower
Just cause you got somewhere to go
So you take a few pills in Beverly Hills
But if anyone asks you've got a prescription
You got an addiction
Who do you think that you're fooling?
[Hook:]
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
[B.o.B:]
Everybody's addicted to something
Everybody's got to grip onto something
Even if it's just to feel the response of a pill
Maybe once, maybe twice
Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times
Without it, it's just harder to function at times
You race to the bottom of every single bottle
As if there was someone or something to find
You struggle in your mind
And you tell yourself lie after lie
'Til you get to the point where it's no longer private
People that you work with notice the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
But the way that you look, can't blame on a diet
So what you hiding?
[Hook:]
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
[B.o.B:]
Yeah, I've probably had too many things
Smashed too many freaks
Had too much to dro...(I mean)
Had too much to drink
Left the club, ended up in custody
Random drug test, passed it luckily
My girl broke up with me cause she walked in suddenly
With a woman up under me
I told her, "Wait!
It ain't what it look like!
I must've slipped and fell, clumsy me!"
Well, at least I admit it, cause the worst you could do
Is to do it and not be man enough to say that you did it
That's just how you prevent it, well I ain't no different
I love all the money, the fame
And the parties with beautiful women
I spent so much time as an underground artist
Cause I was afraid to succumb to the business
And what I'd become
But that what you'd judge you become
The path with the greatest resistance
That's how the tables can turn, when they pivot
And change your perspective and flip your entire position
My whole life I've been dying and wishing to live and experience
Everything possible
When I told them my dreams, they just said it ain't logical
Now, I can see it - it's optical
[Hook:]
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Cranberry Moonwalk lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Mike Fresh)
[Hook: Mike Fresh]
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar
We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
[Verse 1]
This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it
Paid for tuition, that’s a graduation
Killin through the presidents, that’s assassination
Uh I smoke a half a acre
Bang that bitch in her baby maker
Look, I ain’t no baby maker
She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh
I got shit to do
Ball up, pour up, twist a few
But hey I’ve been runnin' this shit so long
I’mma fuck around and blow out a hip or two
Like uh, that’s a workout
She twerk so hard, she done twerked out
And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long
She know how to surf now
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m throwin that lumber at yo baby mama
I’m smoking that Afghan, I call that Osama
I got my own lane but I ain’t got no genre
I’m shittin on niggas, you might need a plunger
Uh, no I ain’t no worries
No drummer, no drama, no drummer, no drama
Uh and I’m whippin that Rari
E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
And we deep like 300
From the east side, yes I keep it 100
Go and my weed hydroponic
That chronic That chronic That chronic That chronic
Smoke!
Anything you done did
Yes I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it
And they think that they do but don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it
[Hook]
[Bridge x2]
Watch me put in work
Yea I put in work
Got these niggas mad
‘Cause I get it first
Get yo feelings hurt
Bet yo feelings hurt
Got these niggas mad
When they see that work
[Hook]
Uh and I’m whippin that Rari
E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
[x2]
Nobody Told Me lyrics - B.o.B
[Hook 1:]
I guess I bit off more than I could chew
And nobody told me, nobody told me
Had it all and never knew
Cuz nobody told me
[Hook 2:]
Nobody told me money don't make you rich
And if it did, I'm missing something
Nobody told me you can lose when you win
And if they did, I'd still be missing
[Verse 1:]
Who knew that this much success will make it so hard
But that's to accept the fact that I can't go back where I left
And back track my steps, back track my steps
The records I dropped, so massive, so large
It makes it hard for hip-hop to digest
The things that I do, I guess if it's true
Well fuck it, a nigga too good to be the best
Too good to be the best, too good to be stressed
Cuz this the type of life, too good to regret
You know money don't buy you no respect
Nigga no respect, nigga no respect yea
So what the hell is that?
I'm tryna recreate the past that I never had
And smash girls I could never smash
And live fantasies that'll never last
[Hook 1 & 2]
[Verse 2:]
I ran away from home just to try to make a million
Yea, just to try to make a million
And when you get a million it's a different type of feeling
When you look around and what you really need is missing
It's like, it's like I'm suffering from a sickness
And can't find a doctor to fill out the prescription
Or diagnose the illness
Can't leave it in the book, can't buy from the dealer
And I find that ironic
Yeah, I find that ironic
How I can buy anything that I ever wanted
But I really had it all when I ain't have nothing
They always say that mo money, mo problems
I guess I, I guess I should've listened to the warning
I guess I, I guess I should anticipate the stormy weather
I guess I'd illustrate it if it's good but however
Well if it's clever
I couldn't find the words to say it better
I'm knee-deep within these endeavors
But all that glitters with gold is not treasure
I'm ready for whatever, I never let er
I work even better when I'm under pressure
They say money don't make you rich
Cuz you can't buy shit that can make you better, word
[Hook 2 & 1]
Forever lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre)
[Hook: B.o.B]
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
So 'till I die I’ll be forever livin'
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Started with my pockets slim
(Started with my pockets slim)
Now I got a lot of M’s
They see me and they know it’s him
Oh they oh they know it’s him
I’m so high I don’t even get high no more
I’m so fly I don’t even let it down no more
I’m so out there I’m going up no more
Niggas still hate and I don’t even know why no more
[Bridge: B.o.B]
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
These niggas lame and I don’t know why
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
We ain’t the same and I don’t know why
[Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Motherfuck your opinion, show you where you can stick it
I swear they worse than these bitches, all these niggas got feelings
They say I got too many women, I’m just keepin it pimpin
The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it no limit
Now watch get in it, super gold ceiling, smoking on ignorant
Me, I’m so different, I just stand out, these niggas be blending in
They say I’m too hot, they say I’m too hood, now that’s a predicament
But as you can see the path that I’m on, success is just imminent
But at least I know I’m gonna learn
And I know I know I got my work
You see these niggas out there and they sho is lurkin
Cuz this life ain’t fair and it sure ain’t perfect
[Bridge & Hook: B.o.B]
[Verse 3: Playboy Tre]
Yeah, everybody talk like they so cold
But when this shit jump off they ain’t cares no more
I’m a white French like east side bro
And all my black friends you know them
They be like fuck them lyin' ass hoes
Maybe ask for double
So why they hatin I don’t have a clue
Nigga's wanna brag about money?
Guess what nigga, we got money too
Tre boy, Playboy
You can call me Christmas dad
And if yo freak wanna try to jump down
Imma keep puffin that lilly pad
[Bridge & Hook: B.o.B]
We Still In This Bitch lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Juicy J, T.I.)
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up in that automatic cook up
B Rich pull up in that rooster 'til we wake the fucking hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out, I'm doing kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me with a squad like this
With a team so strong with a flow so cold, ain't nothing but some bad bitches in my clique
What's up Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seeing me
But they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows wanna take my pic
Yeah we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own
Open that pack, rollin' that strong
And we still up in this bitch, won't turn down, won't go home
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
[T.I.:]
I got big wheels on my ride, spent about six mills on my ride
You catch me swervin' all on your side of town bumpin' "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe"
Don't blow my high, just blow my jock, I'm so paid, I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me, black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowing circles in the air, of that purple
I'm a boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want trouble I got plenty, how you want it full or semi
I'm so rich so all that fuckboy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get killed of in this bitch, I spent mills all on this shit
Boy it's been eleven years of this shit, look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no can fall, you pussy ass niggas can't touch a G
See me don't speak ain't' nothing G, I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
[Juicy J:]
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for a nigga that's ballin' so tonight might be her night
You know me I stay stuntin', lowkey I threw tuition at Onyx
Flip money fast like Sonic, rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Got a new car I paid cash, got a new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that, fuck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in V.I.P., niggas always hatin'
I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin' with out with his lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti, she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud, no hair clippers I'm faded
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Obama Speaks - Fuckemweball lyrics - B.o.B
My fellow Americans!
This is president Barack Obama, I just came off winning an election!
Dropped in on B.o.B's mixtape just to send a quick message
Me and B.o.B live by the same creed
F Em, We Ball
Our drive is in beast mode, you try to start yours and you stall
At the end of the day we do what we want to do and that's all
President Barack Obama and B.o.B approve this message
Because F Em, We Ball
Campaign lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre)
[Hook]
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain't nothing if it can't come the fast way
Chronic chronic chronic, roaches in my ashtray
It's that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle ain't a damn thing changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle ain't a damn thing change
[Verse 1]
I say my mixtape, better than your album
How come, really you was better off without one
Sideline haters, they can't tolerate the outcome
You the runner up type, me they cannot out run
Sit your whack ass down, Calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium, now DJ crank the volume
Tell her like, keep your head steady I'm about done
Passed out, please don't wake me up until the ounce come
Uh, I'm in the hood, like an Obama sticker
I'm from the hood, you a neighborhood watch nigga
I fall through with a "made u look," watch nigga
Ha, Pissin niggas off like swastikas
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Playboy Tre]
I'm campaigning with my Ace, he just beat a case
So we got liquor by the crates, yellin fuck the state
I guess you could say its fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody always shooting but don't nobody know who shot em
I just pray the angels got em, I hope The Lord embrace em
I swear to y'all the streets are hell that's why I call my pistol Satan
If we don't make it then its back to doin devilish things
Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem
Death to my opponents, this is my crowning moment
The life we livin can't be rented boy you gotta own it
Im feelin lethal, Sippin brandy that moesha
You saw that buzz upper cut that's how that flow will treat you
Dynomite lyrics - B.o.B
[Hook]
I don't give a fuck
I don't really care
Party over here
Fuck who's over there
[Verse 1]
My life what you don't live
A fucks what I don't give
Suicide doors up, call that shit roadkill
Basic gon recognize money, real gon recognize real
Thirsty hoes still need water like a fish that ain't got no gills
Y'all niggas got no skills
Ima beast y'all so scared
My squad we so for real
You a lightweight you so frail
Then my toe nail
I am a pro
So therefore I pro-bail, look out below
Rollin with all this Louis
Mr. Vuitton might sue me
Motherfuckin hoe you don't know
Do your research don't do me
Everybody know what I'm on
Cuz everybody know I'm usually smokin
Dynomite
I'm with that
Dynomite
Aha aha
[Hook x2]
[Bridge x2]
Explosive
That TNT I'm talkin
We smokin
We got that fire, we got that
[Verse 2]
Back up in this bitch, it's black Benjamin Franklin
Yeah they hating, I could give a fuck quite frankly
Yeah I'm super sick please send me a tissue thank you
I don't need no script I just spit this here from thinking
I'm a polar bear
Cold as hell
who that there
Everybody say it cost to be the boss but now I know the fare
Yeah right bitch don't go there
Been around the globe you go nowhere
Landin in your city and it ain't even got no airport there
I got knots like ghetto hair
The way she move that's like Jell-O there
Muhfucker I'm a blow up everywhere like Dynomite
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I went to the club on a Wednesday night
Ran into a freak that my girlfriend like
Might Ike that dyke til she like that pipe
Sex so fire could have been dynonite
[Hook]
[Bridge]
We Still In This Bitch lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Juicy J, T.I.)
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up in that automatic cook up
B Rich pull up in that rooster 'til we wake the fucking hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out, I'm doing kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me with a squad like this
With a team so strong with a flow so cold, ain't nothing but some bad bitches in my clique
What's up Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seeing me
But they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows wanna take my pic
Yeah we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own
Open that pack, rollin' that strong
And we still up in this bitch, won't turn down, won't go home
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
[T.I.:]
I got big wheels on my ride, spent about six mills on my ride
You catch me swervin' all on your side of town bumpin' "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe"
Don't blow my high, just blow my jock, I'm so paid, I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me, black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowing circles in the air, of that purple
I'm a boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want trouble I got plenty, how you want it full or semi
I'm so rich so all that fuckboy shit you kickin' don't offend me
Don't get killed of in this bitch, I spent mills all on this shit
Boy it's been eleven years of this shit, look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no can fall, you pussy ass niggas can't touch a G
See me don't speak ain't' nothing G, I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
[Juicy J:]
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin' for a nigga that's ballin' so tonight might be her night
You know me I stay stuntin', lowkey I threw tuition at Onyx
Flip money fast like Sonic, rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Got a new car I paid cash, got a new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that, fuck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in V.I.P., niggas always hatin'
I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin' with out with his lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti, she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud, no hair clippers I'm faded
[B.o.B:]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They tried to shut us down
About an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
Curtis Snow Speaks lyrics - B.o.B
Let's do it man
This the real Curtis Snow, you know what I mean?
From the real bluff, you know what I mean?
If you ain't heard of them you might seen Snow & The Bluff the movie
If you ain't, you need to go fuck with it
It's on iTunes, it's on Netflix
It's that Wal-Mart, it's a bootleg
It's all over the world, you know what I mean?
It's some real shit man that need to be seen, know what I'm talkin bout?
They tried to hide this shit but we gon show 'em
This how the shit real go in the street
You can talk about it but we live about it for real for real
Fuck with my nigga B.o.B man, 100% man
D4L came to the hood, you know what I mean? Shot a video for real for real
This how we do it man
One of the most dangerous neighborhoods in the world for real for real
B.o.B doing his thing, you know what I mean?
If you ain't down with this shit, get ran over by this shit
You know what I mean? Fuck you, whoever you is
We ballin' out this one for real for real
Fuck Em We Ball lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Spodee)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Man I go so dumb I should get a check for disability
I'm a fucking lunatic you a liability
Don't know who you dealing with
Balling like I'm dribbling
Diabolic dialog
Flossing like some dental mint
Gentleman and a scholar
Let me just pop my collar
I can make them throw they hands up
Throw they hands up like clock work
You should come to my concert
You should come see my tour
Man I go so berserk
Baby and the crowd go so bizarre
You're a bore you're a dork
Oh my lord I'm a snore
How depressing are my doors
How reflective are my floors
How impressive is my record
How seductive is that whore
I know exactly what she's after
No matter what happens she still want more more more
I am the captain she's on board
I'm finna tap them vocal chords
Take her ass to class she gon take that course
If she act wrong she gon walk that board
Hit her with the broom like a household chore
End of the show there's no encore
Lawyers on call all day 24
You ain't got to ask you know what's that for
So tell me what the fuck you waiting for
I'm faded off of all these shots I pour
Of course she juicy like couture
Got booty galore, galore
Good lord
[Hook: B.o.B]
I tell em take they foot off the brake
There's no time to waste, no time to waste
Right now
And tell em pick up the pace
It's all kinds of pay, all kinds of pay
Right now
Fuck em, fuck em we ball
I said fuck em we ball
Fuck em we ball
Fuck em, fuck em we ball
Fuck
I said fuck em we ball
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Fuck em we ball
We don't owe em nothing we ain't cuffing these hoes
Ha, you getting mad cause she chose
Sunny niggas up call it custody lost
We ain't fucking with y'all
Let me dust my feet off
I'm a need a maid and butler just to buffer these hoes
Look you ain't even fucking with my cutlery cloth
Show me anybody hotter I'm a cut the heat off
Freeze your fleece off
So cold I could sneeze a G off
We don't see y'all
Nigga sleeping it's a dream off
Cut the sea salt if she's scheming poof be gone
I bet I hit a switch like roof be gone
Uh I'm a major leaguer
That's why she's eager
To get that thing reupholstered you could check the decor
Ha, hop up in the seat what I need a key for
I just looked at the dealer fuck I need a lease for
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Spodee]
Fuck em we ball
Them niggas talkin' tough but they just bluffing it y'all
Had discussion with dog bout niggas than we can tackle
We done laid more niggas down than a thirsty chiropractor
Smoking weed for the capture
The moments that leave us baffled
Even though I'm a sinner
I'm hoping I see the rapture
I believe in the chapters that come up after Matthew
This money is my liberty don't need no fucking statue
I'm a fucking nut like pistachios and cashews
Closet fever gucci louie fendi and what have you
Bad bitches with me want to get her and play taboo
A thousand for the noodles and a hundred for the ragu
I be on a magic carpet flow minus Abu
Y'all be in a kayak in the ocean with no paddles
I can pull a toaster and make ho niggas skedaddle
[?] with more guns on me than [?]
[Hook]
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