[B.o.B] You know who it is without a or hesitation If talks I got my masters in communication But you hold a conversation Probably find me burning something good you can call that aces Compliment the chef in the lab making Ain't a thing changed but the number on the NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I can't what was you saying go so low that the freaks in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray baby an all American I run and leap and jump and like a track Yeah ought to do it Give it that Carl I got the baby call me George Lucas I'm so prolific but my so foolish These making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm like a crazy night Clean like a wipe Y'all a momma's boy sleeping with a baby light My ex say I'm a cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake right I want a double fried rice I'm bread I put my dick up in your face Your face'll like Stewies head Girls me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got more poppin' niggas than the AA and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your mother I cause I like it bitch hoe mutherf-cker You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker Your son is a leprichaun so hater life a little New shit soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never her I tap her on the head and tell her you the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your She threw out mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz But I don't it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul I'm the so fix the plumbing I'ma beast and the you And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be jumping I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call chronic Hennessey in my vomit the night before jumpin' Lil C got that bumping so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A in case anyone was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a beast All my haters in peace I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of Pray on like a Sunday See your artist a feast I got 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece It was me and old in the Scaglietti Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past Swagger on the finish, I think I'm I push it to the get 'em haters gassed heavy a minute I'm a menace Shout out to the boy Louies like a flag before the finish? I'm just getting started and at they end And errbody say I'm hot but been hot from the beginning I be with a bitch looks like Kim Kardashian She aint on these not by purpose but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm passing em like Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I that order back Aint with that weed, like where that water at Like where purps nigga Somebody order a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going back