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Epic lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre & Meek Mill)
[B.o.B:]
You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation
If money talks I got my masters in communications
But you can't hold a conversation
Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness
Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement
NBA resume, baller's my occupation
Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying
Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
I run and leap and jump in that pussy like a track meet
Yeah that oughta do it
Give it that Carl Lewis, ha
I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
I'm so prolific but the flow's so foolish
These niggas making moves, my niggas making movies, wait
[Playboy Tre:]
Wild like a crazy mic
Clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frank cocky
Up in Beninhan', drunk as fuck, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your face
Your face'll look like Stewies head
Girls call me Tre day
I'm looking for pay day
My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I fuck your step mother
I cussed cause I like it bitch
Fuck hoe mutherfucker
You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker
Shawtys and leprichauns so hate or live life a little
New shit dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"
Til then stay tuned freak, and thanks for the hot gin
It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B:]
Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenas
That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her
I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure
You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch
She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit
Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
But I don't punt it, I run it for one hundred
Ever since I was a youngin', been hungry as Paul Bunyon
I'm the shit so fix the plumbing
I'm a beast and the game's Jumanji
And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping
I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic
Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before was jumpin'
Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming
And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anybody was wondering bitch
[Meek Mill:]
Oohh I'm a matherfucking beast
All my haters rest in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
Pray on niggas like a Sunday
See your artist that's a feast
I got like 38 inch cock, I let you pussies catch a piece
It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti
Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready
Swagger on the finish, I think I'm Andretti
I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy
Wait a minute I'm a menace
Shout out to the winners
Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?
I'm just getting started and niggas at they end
And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning
I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian
She ain't on these niggas not by purpose but by accident
Big Chris, I'll be laxing him, you niggas relaxing
And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick I'm faster than yo quarter back
I bring that order back
Ain't fucking with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them purps nigga
Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back
FREE TIP!
Wrong lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Spodee)
[Hook: B.o.B.]
If you think that I'm outgunned
If you think that I'll run
If you think that it's over
You couldn't be more wrong (couldn't be more wrong)
If you think that it's done
If you think that you won
If you think that it's over
You couldn't be more wrong
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
I think it's funny that they think they got us all beat and defeated
I swear they must be dreaming 'cause they think that we're retreating
Yeah, they be the type, constantly in search for beefing
'Till they see it, then that ass become a vegan
That's why on this beat it's no doubt
Ya'll already know I'm 'bout my flow, muthafuckas say I sold out?
Must be talking about my shows
Matter of fact, anytime that you finna reach for a dream or a goal or for anything
You will have many enemies, look at Jesus and Martin and Lincoln and Kennedy
[Hook]
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Yeah, impostors hate the truth because you tell it
So I know when they around, they so jealous, I can smell it
The haters always die, the prestigious never perish
So I'll be never buried
That's why I'm never threatened by these little boys with big toys
They can't aim, it's piss poor, what you holding the clip for?
Put the gun down, get a clipboard
So tell them haters that they better pipe down,
We bring Hell like a red man with a black beard and a pitchfork
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Spodee]
Uh, you totally incorrect if you thought that it was some pressure
With each endeavor I treasure raises my level of pleasure
I'm flabbergasted by fellas, really think that they can see me
I'm saving my special specimens specifically for T.V
Ohhh, what 'till they see me out with a case so straight make a fake hoe hate
Me and Bobby Ray like this, okay, man a plastic surgeon can't fix her face
All these rap niggas shit so gay, and I'm a keep pimping until that bitch locate
My foot in the ass of a prick okay, say you harder than Grand Hustle, bitch, no way
[Hook]
Guest List lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Rosco Dash)
[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
I be over here, I be over there
You be on the outside wishin you were here
I be at the club, I be at the spot
You be talkin big but you really really not
'Cause you ain't me and I ain't' you
I Ain't even gotta try, this is what I do
Cause you ain't me and I ain't' you
I Ain't even gotta try, this is what I do
This is what I do
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
This is how my day go
Wake up, cross over, fade ho
I wake up with that leggo, 28 floor but I lay low
No lease 'cause it's paid fo, stack chips with my queso
Straight shots no hangover, real bitches, no fake hoes
Two chicks in Barbados, we bait ho's like bagels
Hasta luego, Lobsta Alfredo
Authentic Italian linguine, Pasta, no Prego
Call me lieutenant, ridin in a whip windows tinted
Got a tour bus with a room in it
Loud pack, no stems, no seeds in it
When I ride on the beat, man I grove in it
Hell yes sir, I handle business
I'm so prolific, it's no impostor-ing and no pretending
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Roscoe Dash]
Do it, do it, I did it, did it
It's done, it's finished
Yes I put it over a time to mix it
Mine I spin it, man I got hits on hits on hits
So why the hell they keep on pitchin'
Got a whole lot of haters who don't add me when they missin
My music is like a drug and I'm just feelin' enough prescription
That's school and put the beat it at the school detention
Got me Captain Hook man after low murder make me a burger
I'm so further like the place that you ain't heard of pound worker
See I get out hand to my building I am so ambitious
I got big dough that's biscuit [?]
So when I walk around that's fitness I pass fur when I visit
Overseas ball no pivot you talk about it and I live it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Grand hustle
Since day one you heard me
From the underground to the surface
I rose out of the fire, I emerged out of the furnace
But I knew that my time would come, And I couldn't be more deserving
Man I swear I'm good for life, but still I'm far away from perfect
Shit I'm straight like 12: 30
Call me the good, I'm burping
Chillin with brown sugar and cinnamon
One butter scotch and one Hershey (Good God)
With a booty so big you can probably Google Earth it
I'm a hit it girl with that long jump, With hat Jackie Joyner, that Kersee
Now squirt for me, twerk it for me
I'm the professor of Real Nigga University
I hold my team down, anchorman Ron Burgundy
I'm tryin tell you man, I'm sharper than surgery
Bobby Ray!
[Hook]
What Are We Doing lyrics - B.o.B
It's been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I'm feeling like it's now or never
And your bodies telling me it's a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
On a late night weekend showcase event
Kind of liked you at first but I noticed your friend
So I got my folks to approach both of them
And they both came over and we poured up some hen
And we ain't say much, but we spoke
Cause you don't have to speak when you know
Their eyes said to me, systems go
It's about that time we should go
So allow me to flow as I propose a toast
To the good life on a good night we go
Grab a bottle and go tell her hold on
Yes a beautiful night
Colorful Kodak photo
But as soon as you went to the room I guess you froze
It's been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I'm feeling like it's now or never
And your bodies telling me it's a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
It's the end of the week but the first of the month
When the moon gets full but the night is still young
With a crowd like this you don't know where you'll end up
So I just play cool, like the cubes in my cup
Huh, but then you came through tryin to body me up
And I didn't know what you were thinking
But your eyes said enough
And everything we felt was obvious lust
Which I thought was kinda cool I ain't gonna bluff
But look at the clock
It's about the time that I duck outta of the door
No need to be in a rush
But later you can hit me up so you hit me up
Shoes at the door smoke in the air temperatures up
But I guess when the lights went out it froze you up
It's been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I'm feeling like it's now or never
And your bodies telling me it's a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
Perfect Symetry lyrics - B.o.B (feat. 2 Chainz)
[B.o.B:]
Opening doors like an answer key, I make the life answer to me, no fantasy
An evil genius, I leave my mark of the beast on the beat
Actually, I'm all like a natural disaster, I make you a casuality
Added up, mathematically, putting numbers up, like 23
And I'm Manning up like Payton be, game is over, I should take a knee
And bow out gracefully, even if you look me in my eyes
See you wouldn't be facing me
So what the fuck is pain to me?
And what the hell is rain to me?
My life is very impressionable, like a Van Gogh painting be
Told me Vincent inside the dimension, that's my mantra
Listen there is no competition, the mission's conquered
Did I mention? These girls at my concert, addicted, no double entendre
Which is why I'm colder than a tundra on Christmas, put your hands up, can I get a witness?
[2 Chainz:]
While I kill the dark side's where I live
Horny devils and a red dress and high heels
You don't have an idea how many niggas done took my ideas
I take flight, I'm so bright, I don't even get no light bia
You road kill while I'm driving
I'm high fiving, my dime riding, My time shining,
From at the club and I'm outta town but I'm lying around it
Deuce chains I'm fung shway, everyday is my birthday
2 gats at the park, you don't wanna see these guns play
Patron and lemon lime, I got her back, all in her spine
I look my wife up in the eyes, and I think about a another dime
My atmosphere is fractured here this right here is bally gear and I keep on killing shit
And I don't even have no tatted tear
You can put the motherfucker caddie here
You can put the motherfucker beemer there
Still got 2 more garage places, louies on I unlaced it
Every verse I'm going crazy, every girl it's going crazy
2 guns, 2 chains, 2 rings, 2 bracelets.
New York New York lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Alicia Keys, MdL)
(from "Crysis 2" soundtrack)
This is the finish my friend, this is the end
It's a revolution... live in revenge
There's no need to move or adjust your television
Whenever an era dies, another era begins
These American fights, these American wars,
These American stripes, these American stars
But these American cages have American bars
We hunted for truth so we headed for y'all
Towers are crumbling, bridges are falling
Limits are fading, the normal is boring
Looking at time move progressively forward
Looking the days just vanish before me
You wanted a Benz but you couldn't afford it
Now you were killed to put your foot in the tourist
It's a... of madness and never look backwards
But this is the crisis, prepare for disaster
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York New York
New York
Breaker breaker 9 breaker breaker 1 9
Could you please get a operator on the phone line
This is not a riot it's way much more than that
These people are dying we are under attack
Wait let me call you back, let me get my stack
Cause we ain't taking shit so therefore we'll fight them back
We ain't waiting on the line for a 9 1 1 9 9
Whatever man I ain't got time for all this nonsense
Enemy responses ain't a dial tone in our home on the continent
Got me in these bandages
This jungle is up under me
Man I swear they sleeping, they unconscious or they slumbering
So we break the peace to get a piece of what we wanted
Act like we new to this...
Let them know we run this shit
And let them know just how you feel the way your country is
Now look how beautiful destruction is
Bang
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York New York
New York.
Boom Bap lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I. & Mos Def)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Bitches kissin' and huggin'
Niggas trippin' and buggin'
You watch your mind, I'm on my grind
And I ain't quittin' for nothin'
Tell your mothers and uncles
Brothers, sisters, and cousins
My flow so nasty, deranged
That nigga T.I.P is disgusting
Gotta grip on the game
Quit your pullin' and tuggin'
Cause I ain't clinically sane
I go to pushin' a button
They get to clickin' and bustin'
You get to dippin' and duckin'
They empty clips by the dozen
You come up missin' for nothin'
Hey, I can triple your budget
I'm in the business of hustlin'
If we ain't talkin' about money
I say, "Let's end the discussion"
Hate off my shoulders
I'm brushin'
All the ladies are blushin'
They all love when I fuck 'em
Blacks and Latinas and Russians
Tell 'em be easy no rushin'
Mastered the art of seduction
I let 'em blow me so much head
I can catch a concussion
Seven chicks in the bed
Touchin', lickin', and suckin'
Dick 'em into submission
Then I send 'em to truckin'
Cousin we nothin' alike
You can say what you like
Do all that huffin' and puffin'
Then run away from the fight
Don't know who getting' {you high}
When you sit and you write
Great imaginary life
You only live on a mic
I'm who you'd die to be like
Cause I'm so fly nice
To live my life you'd have to try to hit the lottery twice
Find it amusing, I'm gigglin' at what you made in a year
Quadruple that while in prison
Servin' my day and a year
Nigga hahahaha
[Verse 2: Mos Def]
Wow
It's on right now
Buckhead to {Bucksound}
Boogie man and rubber band snappin'
Bang, listen
No retreat, no surrender
No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders
The littledefenders haters all they tempers
But tell them phil how they feel, fucking let it go
That's ineffective though, I'm in a show
It's that incredible and my old special doze, extra flow, quiet dog
Off the chain, I was born unleashed
And I get it how I get it cause I'm from these streets
These niggers I cut your favorite rhythm I made this
Say it once, say it twice, you made this
That's in a affirmative, word of big bird it is
I got the fire work
You feel it in the chest when the base be bang
Yeah and you know my style, I'm from the killer cane
While we turn it on and turn it out
It go on and on and on and on
Everybody talking
It's bob, bobby raylisten
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Yeah
It's B.o... B
Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire
Listen
I'm from the city where they hang out on the light pole
Tryin' to get their weight up off 'em, I ain't talkin' lipo'
I'm talkin' bout that city I take everywhere that I go
I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso'
Who grew up with kaleidoscopes
Now they lookin' through rifle scopes
Tryin' to make it out the dark
That's what we raise our lighters for
Smokin' on that blue turf
Just like them boys in Idaho
I swear I'm {eatin' good}
What you on that diet for?
I'm chillin' with some fire hoes
So hot you'll need a fire hose
Too much pussy on your payroll boy
You need to fire hoes (You're fired)
That's why my fans is who I'm writin' for
You'd swear they never tire
Cause they hands are up the entire show
But what you hidin' for?
I'm speakin' for your benefit
Me to you is like PlayStation 3 to SEGA Genesis
I have no arch nemesis
I have no identity
I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city
I still got it
I don't need to baby sit
I'm just magnificent like Magic back in '86
I told her, "Cook my eggs Benedict"
She say I'm gettin' cocky
Now I say, "I've been a dick"
"Bitch"
Hahaaa
Welcome To The Jungle lyrics - B.o.B
On the battlefield I am the commander in
the war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
I’m out here salamandering
They out here slandering
Try to smear a niggas image down, damn who’s the camera man?
Where’s the man to man talk
What a fuck? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram,
Busting like Sammy Sam
Niggas can’t even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor
Fuck the niggas who said they wasn’t feeling me before
Life is like a movie, I just write the score,
Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock,
Put the mic down, you’re looking sixty four!
I’m guessing I’m the nigga that they love to hate
But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!
You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
And why compare to me there is nobody who’s identical
Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
I’m ballin’ over here, give a fuck about your interviews
Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I’m one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you fuck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I’m never known to run
Fuck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control
I’m callin’ audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody’s either on the side of you
Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
In reality artists just don’t have the time for you
It is what it is, I don’t take it personal
But it’s a jungle out, and lions don’t eat vegetables.
I mean veggies, I’m all about my
I don’t smoke and I’m never on the reggie
I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading
so keep up my yard and never touch my hedges
I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line
Niggas feel safe when they’re online
But I’m out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I’m bout to show what the fuck a high score is
So let me do this for east side bitch
Decatuer GA, on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So the hush niggas don’t even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back
So now we gonna see what’s up and what’s good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Strange Clouds, dropping soon
Yeah that’s what’s up, good news.
5 On The Kush lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Bun B & Big K.R.I.T.)
[Bun B: x5]
5 on the Kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club niggas can't think
[B.o.B:]
Yeah, Yeah, HaHa
I say I throw to the side
Like a lateral
I swear tonight I'm doing major damage
Is collateral
50 on the potion
100 on the smoking
Panoramic roof
But we ride in slow motion
Patron pass to ya
Top self we toasted
Top models
Tops poppin off kelly rowland
It's whatever I never let up
I never feel better
A house for the freaks
And I'll never say never
My seats all leather
My jackets all leather
Got peter pissed off cause my pillow full of feathers
Since day one I stay down like a celler
Bun B, KRIT BoB we some fuckin trend setters
[Bun B:]
5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club niggas can't think [x5]
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Ok I roll up to the club
I pull up to the mother fuckin top
Got some hoes with a whippin bit on top
Woofers in my cusion,
What's a trunk if it don't knock
DJ on the dash
If I want it then I cop
It's G a ho [x2]
And she a ho
A sheep nigga leave alone
What u pop pills for
So high in the sky we crakin windows
And this the end tho
[Bun B:]
5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club niggas can't think [x5]
How Bout Dat lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Future & Trae The Truth)
How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese
How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob, why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahhhh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop off that
Pack so strong if you smell it you'll probably catch contact
Freaks, what's up, show a young nigga what it do
Show me what that thing hittin' like and I'll show you how to turn a four-door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life, what you want me to do?
Well the blue one came out, then the red one came out, now I gotta get two
And my watch ain't got no manners, the shit's just rude
Why you all in my face, you ain't even in my circle dawg, you ain't even in the loop
I'ma wild out till I'm through, how 'bout it
How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese
How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout we get the Spikes, how 'bout we get the ice
How 'bout I get a straight girl and I turn that girl to a dyke
How 'bout we go to Magic and Onyx in the same night
How 'bout we get a bunch of ones and let 'em fly like kites
How 'bout I pull up hard, 'Rarri on the front
How 'bout I get the racks and go shopping every day this month
How 'bout I go to Pluto and go crazy with them bands
How 'bout I go to space and never come back ever again
How 'bout we get some bottles, poppin' that Rose
How 'bout we sneak the lean inside the club, it's time to play
How 'bout we make a move, give the streets somethin' to see
How 'bout I flex my watch, you ain't gon' be able to see
How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese
How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
All black attire, in my zone
Walk in the club like "guess who home"
King of the city, so well known
Run up trippin', this heat get shown
N -double-ACP, all black stones
Four-time trapper, trappin' all fours
I ball like Diddy, money so long
Tryna pick what chick fi'nna come home
I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that
Walkin' up out of here by myself, I doubt that
Go in hop in that Challenger parked out back
Any wardrobe she in, she hoppin' out that
Old-school game, I ain't never seen foreign, hit the club buck and turn it to a party
Automatic range, where to get started, crews in the back if you run up on me retarded
Bottles gettin' popped, haters get dropped, everything go, nothing can stop
Realest left, only way I rock, I'm the truth, they know that off top
Jealous niggas, yeah they gon' knock, thirsty bitches, yeah they gon' bop
On my dick is pro'bly where they hop, bunch of losers they gon' block
How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese
How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese
How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
Things Get Worse lyrics - Eminem (feat. B.o.B)
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better
Holy Toledo, it's Angelina Jolie, amigo
She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I'll deep throat,"
And Brad if you try to stand between us then we're gonna see, bro
Who was a fantasy, I don't mean to damage your ego
You faggots wanna 'rassle?
I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole
And rope it shut with a lasso
Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil
Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though
Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko
This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco
Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go
Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole
I used to love her hooters now Carmen Electra's cuter
Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her
I'm off my fucking meds, but I'm on an electric scooter
I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers
Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Kruegar
They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar
Now I'm gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-
Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew 'cause
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez
There's no need to say shit you already know
The question is just how far will this go
Cause I will never lay down
And I will never let up
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better
With the soul of a Shaman
I'll eat a beat then vomit
Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies
Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in
So can you hear me coming
Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting
It's probably got diseases on it
I'm just being honest, I can see the comments
I can see the evolution as we creep up on it
I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie
Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money
I'm diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging
Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies
Nobody really understands my language
I find it complicated just to hold a conversation
But still I got a whole lot of patience
Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better
Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer
Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle
It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya
My God, ya psychologically fucked
Michael would like an apology, what?
Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt
And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts
I'm as cold as a motherfucking icicle I'm a nut
I ain't nuttin' nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut
The poster addict for post traumatic stress
I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while
This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers
I can hear him start to gather
I don't paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family
This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny
Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning
("He can't say whore"), of course he can, man he just saw her fanny
Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties
There's no need to say shit, you already know
The question is just how far will this go?
How far will he take it?
And when will he stop?
Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up
But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not
You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya
You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?
Man, when are you gonna let up?
I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better
Fucked Up lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre)
[Intro:]
I've lost control
And I've lost my soul
I stand so cold
Cause I've lost control!
[Chorus:]
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why?
Is that why?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Way too fucked up obviously
But hey,that's what just happens when the bottles are free
Prestige like an older man
I'm laid up in the sweet like solomon
You all just following.
I'm half way across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency
Table full of shots, that's courtesy
Broke niggers fake balling, that's perjury.
I do my thing certainly
One black, one Asian, diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we doing both concurrently
I wanna see 'em lips move, and I ain't talking verbally!
I'm at the peak, man
I'm hong kong high! you wanna see me falling, I don't know why
I'm getting wasted at the Hong kong spot
And the room keeps spinning, but I don't know why.
[Chorus:]
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
First class on my ass, don't know how to act
Tell a broad with a big rack bring a shot of jack
I need a lot of that, i should wear a party hat
I can't see you fuck boys,call it Cataracs
Hong Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking
Goose with the hen, call interracial drinking
Living life, stocks soaring, make her pour it
Hit a freak on one leg call her Captain Morgan
Y'all all haters, while we all in
Ye ain't heard we the truth where've y'all been?
Baby take them clothes off, i need all skin
And don't be stingy with that stuff, cause we all friends!
Tell me some freaking,
I kiss my home girl, we're out of here Tre,boy in my own world!
Call it Planet Hangover no fat Jesus
Yours truly, Mr. pot belly, good evening!
[Chorus:]
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that's why you think I'm cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Strange Clouds lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro: B.o.B]
Yeah
Hahaha
Oh you already know we gon' do
Hahahaha
Hey
[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Well, if you guessin' it's me, you guessed correctly
I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian
I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man I be in the street it's done so effortlessly
Yeah, so these niggas can't sleep on me, there's no Inception in this bitch
I'm top chef, you top ramen, I'm top shelf
No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don't stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah
All night we celebrate, cause we everywhere and you not there
Ha,
[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(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: Lil Wayne]
Blue jeans, I'm faded, mindin' my own data
Smokin' on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger
It's Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo
Kick back on that glock, call that Jiu Jitsu
Hello world, I'm with a yellow girl, number 2 pencil
These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you
My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe
I dive in that pussy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit
And tell my homies that I say it's a party
Got that tech for technical difficulties
I'm top dog, you top ramen, I'm top dog
Piru, gangsters, outlaws
Yeah!
(Young Mula baby)
[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(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: B.o.B]
Well ain't no question, yes, it's B.o.B yes definitely
Up in the studio, I got on my necessities
If you want that real shit, you made the right selection
I'm Decatur 'til I die, yes, I rep that definitely
They say I'm a celebrity, what the fuck's a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection
And I, say it's a curse but it's emotionally a blessing
To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top
But I don't even need no directions
I just wake up and then I roll up the purp
But these niggas wake up on my dick
At least have some breakfast first
Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics
Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch
[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That's how we do it)
(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
Friday Night Star lyrics - B.o.B
She was a friday night star,
Everyone knew her name but the fame didn't take her far,
And she was in awe,
Trying to imitate the lifestyle that she saw,
And there was no cars,
Living illusions,
Dream illusive chasing cars,
A tongue so harsh,
She could persuade a million soldiers into the dark
So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,
Jessica, I'm thinking I could probably take her home and marry her,
But eveything I keep on hearing makes me scared of her,
And now I know I probably should have never messed with her,
But she got me grabbing my coat and keys and I did I did,
I get on the express way and speed to her crib, her crib,
I just loose control everytime I see all those hips and lips,
And it feels just like an evil deed,
But I slip, I slip,
So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,
Yeah, yeah,
She's dressed for the friday night lights,
With her boots zipped up, her jeans tight,
Wonderin, tryna find the right type,
But there's dogs round here and they might bite,
I sit back, then stare in amazement,
As these girls go awfully crazy,
They don't know me,
But they know that they play my song on the radio station,
And I climb on top of the stage,
Wait for the beat when it drop, then I sing,
Everybody get poured up, then drink,
Then by the end of the night they faint,
After the pause, I fade to the dark,
Everybody please give a round of applause,
I leave to the car, she waits for me patiently by the bar
So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,
So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star
High lyrics - B.o.B
High, high, high [x4]
So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high
Like ticket holders when the season started
It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
Niggers handcuffing hoes like the police department
You think you flying but you really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigger, you're stalling
They say pop means being popular to the population
So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces
What you blazing a week, that's what I start my day with
My checks worth more than your neck worth
I got a network about the size of the next earth
I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
I'm living a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig
So what should I do with so much hate?
Fuck it, I turn crabs in the bucket to a buffet
And beef to a filet that's a full-course entrée
And girl I turn that avocado to some guacomole
So Spanish girls Ole, we can skip the foreplay
Roll up some good hay and stay high for 4 days
We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
My cup running over but I won't put my cup down
You haters cheer leading while I'm out here running touch downs
But I won't be ran down, I run shit, you run down
... blowing whistles like please get the sun down
Meanwhile I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down
But still I'm straight...
No time to play cause I know they don't... on tp...
But still I'm blaze, so manytrees don't need no shades
Living that stamp life, I think my passport need more space
Haha, it's B-o-B-o bitch!
So don't, don't get mad when your girl come up to me in public like...
Just keep it movin' brah
All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no
I don't even know why I gotta smoke for man
It's like I just can't even get (high), not even a little bit, (high) at all!
But still man, you know how I do it
Grand hustle in the building
Tip coming home soon so you know it's a problem!
I'm gone... I'm finna go get (high)
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