[B.o.B] You know who it is without a doubt or If money talks I got my in communication But you can't hold a Probably find me burning something good you can call that aces Compliment the chef in the lab making Ain't a changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine when it they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and a track meet Yeah that to do it Give it Carl Lewis I got the baby call me George Lucas I'm so but my flow's so foolish niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild like a crazy Clean a baby wipe Y'all just a momma's boy with a baby light My ex say I'm a cause my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the Damn right I want a double rice I'm bread I put my dick up in your face Your face'll look like head call me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got bottle poppin' niggas than the AA Liquor and foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your mother I cuss I like it bitch hoe mutherf-cker You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a New shit soon "Patron & Instrumental" tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we them vajeenas That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you the procedure You just mad no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch She threw out mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show But I don't punt it, I run it for a Ever I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the shit so fix the I'ma and the game's you And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it be bungee jumping I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you that chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night jumpin' Lil C got that beat so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case was wondering bitch
[Meek Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my haters rest in I a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas a Sunday See artist that's a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you catch a piece It was me and old melly? in the Bout to scoop these bitches cause say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I think I'm I push it to the limit get 'em gassed heavy Wait a I'm a menace out to the winners Jacket boy like a flag before the finish? I'm getting started and niggas at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've hot from the beginning I be with a that looks like Kim Kardashian She aint on these niggas not by but by accident Big ?, you relaxing And the reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back I bring that back Aint with that weed, like where that water at Like where them purps Somebody that Caught a couple cases, went to but I aint going back