B.o.B Lyrics: January 2024

B.o.B other songs:

Champions lyrics - B.o.B (with O.A.R.)

[B.o.B.:]

The world is a battlefield; the fight is a fireplace.

We train to sustain, so how much pain can you tolerate?

The goal is to dominate; competition annihilate.

We hunger for victory; it's the dish that we gotta taste.

The good life we chasing, my shoes on I laced them.

We don't get complacent cause each step is greatness.

A champion, we made it, it's my road, I paved it.

If you feel how I feel, you must feel amazing.

[O.A.R.:]

You’ve already won, you know it inside

And it’s not much longer ‘til we make it now.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

There's no giving up, the hunger inside

One day we gonn make it, you just stand up high.

You're a champion, you gotta know

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We're all champions, we're all champions

We're all champions

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We're all champions, we're all champions

[B.o.B.:]

It's all that I've ever known, it's all that I ever seen.

I came here with nothing but I'm a leave with a legacy.

A brand new and better me, belief is the recipe.

It ain't no second guessing when you thinking successfully.

Taking no for an answer isn't part of the deal.

You see the blood sweat and tears, we leave it all on the field.

We make our dreams reality, you can tell that it's real

Cause I'm a champion, I led a life I said I would lead.

[O.A.R.:]

You’ve already won, you know it inside

And it’s not much longer ‘til we make it now.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

There's no giving up, the hunger inside

One day we gonn make it, you just stand up high.

You're a champion, you gotta know

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

We're all champions, we're all champions

(That right, that right, nu-nu-number one)

We're all champions

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

We're all champions, we're all champions

[O.A.R.:]

Oh, who's gonna tell me that it's not my time?

Who's gonna tell me that the world ain't mine?

All of us rise up when it’s on the line

Looking for nothing cause it's all inside.

Under the weather on a midnight run

Fire, fire, I'm a champion.

Higher, higher, it's all I imagine.

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

(It don’t get much better than this)

We're all champions, we're all champions

We're all champions

We're all champions, we're all champions

[O.A.R.:]

Last chance to take this; there's no more life to bring this.

Hope is all we got to come, the stress, the doubt, time to eat at my soul.

We don’t made it so long to make it under.

Taste the, be strong, you’ve got my eyes closed.

I can see it, the screaming crowds

Lights keep flashing; it's everything we could imagine, yeah.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

[B.o.B.:]

It’s all that I’ve ever known.

Chiefin' Like A Rasta lyrics - B.o.B

It's B.o., B.o., B.o., B.o.B.

Yeahh (ha ha ha ha ha)

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

[Verse:]

Nope nope y'all ain't fuckin' with me

I roll up I'm puffing.

I got that blueberry like muffins

Y'all got nothing.

Smell me coming.

Cause I burn the forest down but y'all be tree, tree huggin'.

I got enough dro to get the whole hood high,

Why y'all weed be sucking, sucking?

Dudes say I'm tubluar cause I got that super herb.

So I stay on Jupiter, but y'all got that droopy derp.

Dry ass weed need Lubriderm.

I get geek like goody nerds.

Smoke til I get smoke til I get higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

[Verse]

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

Fake Friends lyrics - B.o.B (feat. WurlD)

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

[B.o.B:]
There's dirt on my name 'cause I'm a diamond in the rough
My cup runneth over it's time to get a bigger cup
Lookin' for innocence in a world that's corrupt
Can a nigga just adjust?
I don't have a lot of friends I just know a lot of people
So numb to backstabbers all I feel is pins and needles
Perception is reality depends how they receive you
Anyone can sell a story it depends if they believe you
I, I never doubt shit
Don't know where the ground went
Lookin' for peace
On some lost and found shit
Don't let other people's opinions
Overshadow your own feelings
All I, all I all I see is vultures
So many posers out there all I see is sculptures
All I, all I all I see is vultures
People who love they job more than they love the culture
Makin' decisions
On who gets to listen
Or how many spins
Rap politicians
Fuck a chart this is art
Poison dart to your heart
Are you ready on your mark?
On a voyage I embark

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

[B.o.B:]
Ain't no rap-battlin' sack-straddlin'
Check-tattlin' back-paddlin'
Whack talentless half-masculine bitch
Niggas' hands out to get helped out 'til they switch
How foul can it get?
Damn
Look how they hated the monster that they created
The sponsors I used to have are no longer negotiatin'
Never would smoke on camera them commas was always baitin' me
Livin' two different lives the battle was to escape it, huh
I'd-I'd rather be a tree-rolling weed-smoking
Jet setting over three oceans
Blue bank roll cheese folding
Haters watch as they keep trollin'
Fake news I'm a keep scrolling
'Cause when it comes to conspiracies
My nigga, I'm like the spokesman
So I hit them flows
Over hi-hats that sound like bicycle spokes
Breakin' societal code
Watch out lil' ho
Said watch out lil' ho
Trustin' these hoes
Is slicker than driving in snow
Bitches might lose control
Or they might hit this pole
I ain't wifin' them though
They lookin' for hubbies like Findin' Nemo
With' my day ones
On this side of the ropes
And the rest of the world can kiss my ass
Mistletoe

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

Find A Way lyrics - B.o.B

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

Too cold to catch a flu

Too hot to give a fuck

Too late to give it back

Too high to come down

Too wrong to be right

Too burnt to get a lack

Too strapped to get attacked

Too church for these slacks

This the type of habitat

My drivin' Lexus hard to find where niggas at

I got money on my head

Say my prayers, go to bed

Wind up dead, end up thinkin'

Tryin' not to end up dead

Had the idea, buzzin' right here

Fuck the light year

Tables done turned, fucked up my kin

Love to daydream but work the night shift

Now who gon' help us? Who gon' help us?

The red and the white and the blue has failed us

I can't promise I'm a make it better

But I can show you how to be successful

The poor get poorer, the rich get richer

Lives are lost, too much to measure

We all tryna make it up from the bottom

But nowadays, the bottom's lower than ever

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

From the jungles of East Atlanta

You motherfuckers don't fuck up

Players always fuck up at the wrong time

Oh, will they rise and go?

And will they mind to say no

Oh, will they rise and go?

And we ain't livin' by the same code

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

Flatline lyrics - B.o.B

[Verse 1:]

Yo, you ain't seen my best

Checkmate, ain't a game of chess

Globalists see me as a threat

Free thinking, got the world at my neck

Hah, am I paranoid? Picture Malcolm X

In a room full of pigs, trying not to bust a sweat

Aye, Neil Tyson need to loosen up his vest

They'll probably write that man one hell of a check

Aye, I'm over here on this side of town

Come on over, over, over, over here try to clown

Aye, I never pipe down

If they weren't coming for me then

They definitely coming for me now

I can't even keep my phone charged up

All this shit I'm talking, I should get my home bought up

Rappers get off of my dick and get your own bars up

Now the mirror lizard's breath got the clones scared cause

Woo, use your, use your common sense

Why is NASA part of the department of defense?

They divided up the seas into thirty-three degrees

Feeding kids masonry, bruh, be careful what you read

[Chorus 1:]

Flat line, flat line

There's no superior blood line

Flat line, flat line

You got me once but that died, aye

[Verse 2:]

Voice, voice, do I have a voice?

Do I give a fuck? Do I have a choice?

Joint, joint, I roll up a joint

Keep my shooters in the game like I hate to disappoint

I see only good things on the horizon

That's probably why the horizon is always rising

Indoctrinated in a cult called science

And graduated to a club full of liars

Heliocentrism, you were the sixth victim

Fuck you and your team, you can sit on the bench with em

They nervous, but before you try to curve it

Do your research on David Irving

Stalin was way worse than Hitler

That's why the POTUS gotta wear a kippah

I'm a man first fore an artist

Get a lawyer, look up Doctor Richard Sauder

[Chorus 2 x2:]

Flat line

You fooled us for the last time

Flat line, flat line

There's no superior blood line

God Is Gracious lyrics - B.o.B

God is gracious, God is good

I thank God I made it out the hood

Misguided, misunderstood

Eyes red like riding hood

Tho around my hood, I prolly don't get the hoorah I should

Cause I don't sound as Atlanta, I don't sound as hood

I don't sound as gutter, I wasn't around the crooks

I should write a book, call it anti-social

Circle so small that the shit's a oval

I don't know I guess I'm not as soulful

I don't know I guess I'm not as local

I don't know I guess I'm way too boastful

All these shows, man I'm way too global

Trusting these hoes man, I'm way to hopeful

Speaking my mind man I'm way to vocal

And I'm way too local

And it's crazy how niggas could see their self

When they look at you and believe their self

In the ring you the people's champ

So they see them rings

And they see them belts

Now you done bossed up

But ya'll could see it your self

Changed up, you need to be your self

Whatever the fuck that is

And fuck this rap shit

Whatever the fuck that is

It's more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black nigga

And a slum black kid

It's more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper

With some content on a compact disc, in a backpack

With some nappy ass hair

Just so you could feel more black

Fuck it I'm back [?]

See I was just the average Jo

I coulda have a average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

My family ain't gon never starve

Tho back then I had it all

Back then they didn't want me

Now I'm on they still phony

Fake cool, fake dudes, fake beefing

They still cloning

And I'm still lonely, they be taking shots at the big homey

You still lonely up top

And the only friend that I got

They say they sleeping on me

It's a bunch of undercovers, undercover cops

Undercover brothers ummm

I ain't one to judged ya, I'm just saying it's a lot

Of niggas covered up behind the color and the choppa

True colors represent the [?]

Niggas know that are not a mobster

Only rich you see is the center block boy

Writing fiction but you not a Author

Looking left stiffing up your posture

Wait, I'm getting off of topic

Got a label we don't claim a genre bitch

Cause It ain't a genre

Whole roster chalk full of rastas

I been medicating so much lately

Every day I got a different doctor, God damn

See I was just the average Jo

I coulda have a average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

My family ain't gon never starve

Tho back then I had it all

No Where Near Close lyrics - B.o.B

(Snippet)

Without any care (Without any care) [echo]

I'm no where close at all (No where close at all) [echo]

I'm so out there (I'm so out there) [echo]

Outside the ceilings and the walls (Ceilings and the walls) [echo]

Strange clouds (Strange clouds) [echo]

A million mountains tall (A million mountains tall) [echo]

I'm so out there (I'm so out there) [echo]

I'm no where close at all (No where close at all) [echo]

Not For Long lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Trey Songz)

[Hook - Trey Songz:]

You will be mine

Even if you're somebody elses

But not for long

Girl not for long

Cause I'm your type

If you've got the wrong impression

Girl not for long, girl not for long

[Verse 1 - B.o.B:]

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow

Maybe at the club, maybe at the bar

I wanna show you off like a trophy car (whip it)

Cause anything is better than nothing at all

Nothing at all, nothing on you

I just wanna show you a table for two

All you did was go on a date with a dude

You know he don't fit, he ain't tailored for you

You just on a nigga dick cause he sold a brick

Has he ever wrote a hit on some poet shit?

That's who you chillin' on the sofa with?

I ain't trippin', in a minute it'll be over with, aye

[Hook]

[Post-Hook - Trey Songz (B.o.B) x2:]

Oooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

(But not for long)

Girl not for long

[Verse 2 - B.o.B:]

When they see us together, hell naw they can't stand it

I wonder if you're matchin' you bras with them panties

A gorgeous skin tan, hit the mall to do damage

The way she hit the high notes, we all gon' have Grammys

It's marble not granite

(Tiptoein')

From the counter, to the shower, for a hour

Super powers, super powers

That's that mojo, Austin Powers

Search "real nigga", I'ma pop up in your browser

Aye, so go and get your body wet

Panties off, we ain't made it to the lobby yet

Put you on game girl so it's obvious

I'll give you the world if you ain't got it yet

Bobby

[Hook]

[Post-Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Trey Songz:]

You might be with someone else

But I still see that you finna be with a G like me

You'll never need, no one else

And I know you know

I'ma be like I told you so

[Hook]

[Post-Hook]

Pennywise lyrics - B.o.B

Let that baller [?], genocide

They say they fly, keep that pesticide

That 357 what I rest beside

Blow a little smoke, keep the rest aside

A O every day put the rest of the vowels aside

Pop a couple beans, look, that's [?]

Besides, I don't fuck with other sides

Is they grass greener, is that a peace sign

Or two middle fingers, I can't decide

How the fame and the money both coincide

Loud, loud pipe humming, cut the engine homicide

Let the smoke subside, my pennies wise call it Pennywise

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here

Do this yes I do, She playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous

I do this yes I do, She playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous, B.o.B

A O every day put the rest of the vowels aside

Pop a couple beans, look, that's [?]

Besides, I don't fuck with other sides

Is they grass greener, is that a peace sign

Or two middle fingers

When I'm drinking, I'm usually thinking

When I'm thinking, I'm thinking Franklins

Rap god, Amen

Bust your noodle, everybody loves Raymond

Yes we do

I do this yes I do, yes I do, she playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous

Let the- let the smoke subside, my pennies wise call it Pennywise

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here, down here

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here, down

Play The Guitar lyrics - B.o.B (feat. André 3000)

B.o.B play the guitar!

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

B.o.B. play the guitar

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

[B.o.B:]

Well it's B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess

Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy

My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb

I'll probably need to after school tutor it

Ballin' on beats got hops like breweries

Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is

Dr J flow, you can call me Julius

Y'all take shots, I direct, movie shit

Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up

Niggas startin' conversations just so they can talk us up

If you ain't runnin' shit you can't even walk with us

Still I'm chill blunt wider than a coffee cup

You know it's B.o, I do this for the people

Stackin' c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo

Uhm, I'm killin' 'em mama, I'm talkin' hockey mask

I do it to death, swag on body bag

This beat is out of here, it's gone

Farewell, so long, so long

I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone

So far away there ain't no signal on my phone

Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers

Everybody knows who you are

Who would've thought I would've took it this far

Play the guitar

[Chorus:]

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar

(3000) Play the guitar

[Andre 3000:]

Man, I keep havin' this re-occurring image where I'm

Standing on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar

Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar

He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it's like he own it

We at the corner of give it to 'em and they don't want it

We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin'

My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely

But they don't know about black pearls, but I will show them

"Why the world sleepin' on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man

Silverback Stacks, jumpin' out the jungle

Blowin' tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum

When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone

And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand

When they leave mumbles to make 'em throw up they arms and hands

Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants

One leg at a time, like they do pay us no mind

But everybody look at why we do it, it takes us more time

Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist accordin' to the internet

3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words

He must know how to use 'em

It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but

You give me six strings and a pick

And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit

And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument

Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum

Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done

You will finally realize that they meant you no harm

They was tryin' to save your crazy ass from what's to come

3000 muthafucka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin'

My partner say I should practice more, I know

They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune

I ask them, do you cry in tune nigga? do you laugh in tune?

[Chorus:]

(3000) Play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

B.o.B Play the guitar B.o.B play the guitar

B.o.B Play the guitar

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

B.o.B Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar

B.o.B Play the guitar

B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

Roll Up lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Marko Penn)

[Intro:]

Sometimes I get high to free my mind

Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)

Sometimes I get drunk to pass the time

Is that alright? Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)

[Hook:]

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin'

[Bridge:]

Sometimes I get high to get you off my brain

Is that alright? (Right, right, right, right)

Sometimes I like to get wasted

Sometimes I like to get faded

Sometimes I like to... I forgot what I was finna say

[Hook:]

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin'

[Verse:]

Before the hoes was ever noticin', bank was broken, full of overages

Crucified if I had spoken this, my heart was cold, it's so emotionless

Hear, hear, hear, hear, I can't hear my own thoughts

Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, silence every phone call

Too much thinkin' and too much time in the attic

Too much drinkin' and too much weed for my habit

Too much passion and too much swag for the average

Don't need to explain if you can't change what happened

Uh, loose handshakes and fake smiles

More knives in my back than a steakhouse

Feelin' like Em in Eight Mile

Lose yourself right now, I'm spaced out

Friends pretendin' they ain't enemies

Haters be whisperin' cause they envious

Know all the pain I got in my memories

Who got the pill that they had it limitless?

Now who says, now who says I can't get stoned?

Now who cares, now who cares who's right, who's wrong?

If you find a new clear, a new life with new air

A new flight with new stairs, you might move on...

And get faded, you might move on and upgrade it

You might move on and just get the bullshit out of the way

(Right, right, right, right)

[Hook:]

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin' (Right, right, right, right)

Let's roll up somethin', let's pour up somethin'

Let's roll, let's pour, let's roll up somethin'

Let's pour up somethin' (Right, right, right, right)

Row It lyrics - B.o.B

Hop off the boat (Row)

Swim in her throat (Row)

Rockin' the boat and I

Row it, row it, row it, row it (Row) row it

Yeah

If you're damn clean we should go one time

Playin' outside, I ain't grow up on [?]

Don't blame me if I ain't grow up on time

Might oversleep but I show up on time

(Shh, stay low, roll one time)

Real casanova need 1 x 2

Hop out the bed, let the sun shine through

She talkin' vegan and wonton (Row)

I got a steak with the [?] (Row)

Dunkin' the sauce like I'm Bron Bron (Row)

Cheer for me baby, need pompoms (Row)

Hop off the boat (Row)

Swim in her throat (Row)

Rockin' the boat and I

Row it, row it, row it, row it, row, row it

Yeah

Drip overload, ain't a riverbank

Whippin' a boat on the interstate

Is it lit over there? Baby, which way?

Basically, I'm tryna litigate

Basically, I'm tryna lituate

[?] bitch you [?]

I might just [?] a figure eight

BBBW, still a eight

Let me motorboat, let me [?] your throat

She gon' hold the dope, I'm gon smoke the dope

Got the antidope, you can't overdose

I'm 'bout to run it a hundred O

And I'm a run it a hundred more

Foreign bitch, honey in her cheerio

She from some boat in Nigerio

She send me the money, Arsenio

Niggas be actin' so serio'

I'm chill like a bowl with' the cereal

I'm 'bout to drop off a embryo

Row it, row it

Swagger is so heroic

Uh, Edgar Allen Poe it

Uh, flexin' on niggas, roids

She not tryna Speakerboxxx, she tryna Love Below It, low it

Forehead, for sure head

For no bread, she roll it (Row)

(Drop it low, roll one time)

Up in the dorm and it's cold here

Row it, row it, row it (Row)

(Drop it low, roll one time)

Row it, row it, row it (Row, row, row)

Row (Row, row, row, row, row, row)

Run The Night lyrics - B.o.B

How you spell America?

M-O-N-E-Y, hey

A million ways to win, a million ways to die

They ain't teach you how to make it, gotta improvise

A bite to get the biggest slice out the biggest pie

Wars for peace, wars for freedom, ha ha ha

But war don't really got a finish line, hey

Is it really gentrified or just genocide?

Is it for the civilized or assembly lines?

Corporate enterprise, eat off all your prison time, hey

When you commit a crime, now it's dinner time

It's not the money it's the greed that conceals ya

They say it's not the cancer it's the chemo that kills ya

What a sight, what a sight, what a sight

When the fire has started to rise

And then the people would say

Shoutin' "We run the night"

Sayin' "We run the night", yeah

What a sight, what a sight, what a sight

When the fire has started to rise

And then the people would say

Shoutin' "We run the night"

Sayin' "We run the night", yeah

Look, who put the con in economy?

Probably the same ones that put the sun in astronomy

Common sense ain't as common as one would think

To program you they do is unconsciously

You such a patriot

Down for your country but your country never gave a shit

Am I citizen here or am I just paying rent?

I think I finally understand just what the matrix is

What my __cpLocation is

And niggas all anti this and anti that

Well you so anti everything that you anti black

And you so anti violence that you anti strap

Now you look hella unprepared when it's time to attack, bands

What a sight, what a sight, what a sight

When the fire has started to rise

And then the people would say

Shoutin' "We run the night"

Sayin' "We run the night", yeah

What a sight, what a sight, what a sight

When the fire has started to rise

And then the people would say

Shoutin' "We run the night"

Sayin' "We run the night", yeah

Scary lyrics - B.o.B (feat. CyHi The Prynce)

You know what it mean when you hear that

Whop, whop

Haha

Whop, whop

Pull over sir

Uhh, what seems to be the problem officer

Why you got all that cash?

Why the window so black?

Why you got all them?

Why you got all them straps?

Why the whip smell like gas?

Why a nigga drive so fast?

On this side, why you on this side

Why you on this side of the tracks

I think they scared

They scary

They scared

Pray for em

I think they scared

They scary

They scared

Pray for em

Yeah uh

Pray for em man yeah I'm a pray for em

No pigs on asalamalakum

No friends zone niggas just date ones

Feds watching, undercover agents

Get the 12 shooter nigga and the tape balms

Story To Tell lyrics - B.o.B

Breaker, breaker, breaker one-nine

Who gon hold you down

When the shit hit the fan, who gon be your dog

Got a story I could tell, I dun seen it all

Got family in my phone, I don't ever call

Got a brand new diamond bezzle don't know what its called

Story of my life trying to get this cheddar

Couple battle scars if you can't tell

Story of my life trying to get together

Ain't a thing changed still fuck the law

I hit the ground running

They feel the ground shaking

I got the town running

Give em' a millimeter, they take a mile from it

They see you happy they wanna take your smile from ya

And I know and I know that I can't stop now

Better know, better know, that my chill ran out

And I know, and I know, that the path that I'm on isn't meant for the weak, only meant for the strong

Who gon hold you down

When the shit hit the fan, who gon be your dog

Got a story I could tell I dun seen it all

Got family in my phone I don't ever call

Got a brand new diamond bezzle don't know what its called

Story of my life trying to get this cheddar

Couple battle scars if you can't tell

Story of my life trying to get together

Ain't a thing changed still fuck the law

I can tell, if you fake

I can tell, if that ass ain't real

I can tell, I can tell, I can tell

This year we ain't taking no L's

Blame my environment, blame where I've been

Blame my influences, blame all my friends

Too much desire, I can't be content

I'm a scorpio baby, I must get revenge

If you ain't caught on by now

Who gon hold you down

When the shit hit the fan, who gon be your dog

Got a story I could tell I dun seen it all

Got family in my phone I don't ever call

Got a brand new diamond bezzle don't know what its called

Story of my life trying to get this cheddar

Couple battle scars if you can't tell

Story of my life trying to get together

Ain't a thing changed still fuck the law

You ain't gotta do too much

Do too much

You ain't gotta do too much

Do too much

You ain't gotta do too much

Do too much

You ain't gotta do too much

I can tell

I can tell, if you fake

I can tell, if that ass ain't real

I can tell, I can tell

This year we ain't taking no L's

I can tell

I can tell, if you fake

I can tell, if that ass ain't real

I can tell, I can tell

This year we ain't taking no L's

Strange Clouds (Remix) lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I. & Young Jeezy)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

I've been drinking so much, my bitch said you're an alcoholic

Every time I find something I'm good, bitch you gotta spoil it

She said boy you need some help, damn right, you got it bad

I said bitch, we'll see the next time that I buy your ass a bag

Yeah, Jeez is talkin' burr, last time he seen a brick

What the fuck he rapping about?

Last time he had a hit?

In the pack I got his loud like

Who the fuck you talking to

All that yelling, all that screaming

What the fuck you bout to do?

I don't do the lean, but what's up with them double cups

I say put vodka in both them muthafuckas, double up

I'm so high up in the clouds, I hope I make it home

I'm so fucked up in the booth right now, I hope I make this song

[Hook: x2]

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

And all we do is light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

On a private jet, left to right

I be coast to coastin'

Eh, I don't get throwed I just twist up and get rollercoasting

Eh, I'm gone, grandaddy, purp cologne, nigga, stop

So high I live in the sky, Leroy Jessie drone, nigga

Okay, if I ball, they dodge balling: elementary

I be smoking that old bun, that oval office, that presidency

She pop, her knees drop, cause these bottles are complimentary

All night we making history, paparazzi be documenting my clique

You sideline I'm headline, at the top

Take home the gold, then hit the bowl, I'm Mike Phelps

Raise out, with the prize belt, Olympic ganja, damn right

I'm 12.30, I'm google baby, all day, all night

[Hook: x2]

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

And all we do is light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Every time you see 'em, shawty going in

Go to jail, get back, here we go again

Back of that black Benz, getting to that dough again

Million, Grand Hustle real nigga, no pretend

Bank roll, can't fold, dough to the ceiling

And the legend where we living, bankhead brilliant

Ghetto boujie, with bitches with ghetto booty

Let's go cutie swagga so art deco

I act Prada, Margiela, Louie

Blowing sticky icky

Get her gooey ooey

He said she won't licky licky

He don't know me do we

Ay truly, tip is just the coolest

Thought you knew this

Guess the proof is in how long a nigga do it

Ba-ba-bowww

[Hook: x2]

All we do is pour it up

All night, drinks out

(That's how we do it)

And all we do is light it up

All night, all you see is strange clouds

Strange clouds, strange clouds

That's How You Feel lyrics - B.o.B

I don't waste time wit' you fake kind

Hustle all day 'til it's playtime

Motherfucker, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine

Cause ain't shit free, I'm a make mine

So many rumors through the grapevines, I could make wine

But last night was a good night, the great kind

I give a bitch sixty minutes, call it dateline

Straight up and down, I'm a '80s baby, I smoke eight dimes

Look, I don't ask no questions, I don't wait for answers

Born in Cackalacky, but I'm so Atlant'

I want a free bitch wit' good table manners

Half college girl, half table dancer

Who can see through all of these lies

She sees through all of this propaganda

Seen alcohol take lives and marijuana cure a lady's cancer

That's free publicity, ain't it? But it ain't no mystery, ain't it?

I work 24/7, nonstop, I think I deserve to be medicinally faded

I think I deserve to get wasted, I think I deserve a vacation

I spent a couple grips on this whip

Shit, I think I deserve to repaint it

[Hook:]

I don't waste time wit' you fake kind

Hustle all day 'til it's playtime

Motherfucker, I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine

Cause ain't shit free, I'm a make mine

'Member I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine

I'm a take mine for sure, motherfucker, I'm a take mine

I'm a take mine, I'm a take mine cause ain't shit free

So I'm a make mine

That's how you feel, that's how you feel

[Hook]

I find it funny you say you changed the game

But without the South, you wouldn't even have a lame

You'd still be average name, it don't take half a brain

But, see, i just stunt cause I want to

I don't even have to have a chain

I don't even have to have a [?]

I just throw these ones cause I want to

Niggas get mad at me

Cause this lifestyle I live is out of they budget

Well, I guess it's why they be grudgin'

I just grab my glasses, say, 'Fuck it'

Then I light that gas, tear that big old gal

Then put that ass in my bucket, I'm dippin'

And I tell 'em where I'm goin'

But wherever B.o.B at, it's some bad bitches for 'em

It's really just the norm

I don't even see the haters, I just learn to ignore 'em

Fuck a hip-hop forum, if I ain't on your list, I take no offense

Killin' every lane, y'all strugglin' to fit

I don't ever look back, I've been killin' ever since, that's clear

The Devil Made Me Do It lyrics - Skylar Grey & B.o.B

See you at the courthouse tomorrow

Gonna be some dark days to follow

Gonna tell me what I know, I know

Fucking right, I steal, beg and borrow

Onomatopoeia my sorrow

Click, click, bang, boom, oh

There's blood on my pillow and I know it was evil

But I'm down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done 'cause

The devil made me do it

Yeah, don't put that shit on me

I said the devil made me do it

I got a 45 in the bible

The devil made me do it

When the good Lord let me on down

The devil made me do it, ah

The devil made me do it, yeah

Washing down the pain with a benzo

Tryna fit a body in my Enzo

The devil made me do it

When the pieces of my broken heart are sharper than a shard of glass

Nothing I can do to save you, sorry but it's all out of my hands

That's a sign

And I got your bitch on demon time

Clout chaser, she won't top me off till I go live

Motorbike shorty, that's my vibe

Do it in a section, fuck the line, yeah

6-6-6, I'm out in London, call 'em Austin Powers umm

Then we fly them [?] in here out from Broward umm

That head educated, probably went to Howard umm

Contemplating millions off of cauliflower

Hmmm after hours

Give me demon, demon till I sleep, sleep

Devil made me do it

I'm down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done 'cause (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

The devil made me do it (Yeah)

Yeah, don't put that shit on me (Don't put that shit on me, don't put that shit on me)

I said the devil made me do it

I got a 45 in the bible (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

The devil made me do it

When the good Lord let me on down

The devil made me do it, ah

The devil made me do it, yeah

Washing down the pain with a benzo

Tryna fit a body in my Enzo

The devil made me do it

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Run The Night lyrics - B.o.B

Scary lyrics - B.o.B (feat. CyHi The Prynce)

Story To Tell lyrics - B.o.B

Strange Clouds (Remix) lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I. & Young Jeezy)

That's How You Feel lyrics - B.o.B

The Devil Made Me Do It lyrics - Skylar Grey & B.o.B

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