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B.o.B. play the
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) the guitar
B.o.B. the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the

Well B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
I'll probably need to after tutor it
on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk us
Still I'm chill, wider than a coffee cup
You know B.o, I do this for the people
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
This beat is out of here, gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there no signal on my phone
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like
knows who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the

Play the guitar, play the guitar, the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) the guitar
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Man, I keep having this re-occurring where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with strange cigar
He's standing on top of Donuts, it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't It"
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my lonely
But don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell"
When I was younger shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em up they arms and hands
Now and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, they do, pay us no mind
But everybody at why we do it, it take us more time
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary of words
He know how to use 'em
It also says I the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't say shit
And I any child to pick up some instrument
if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time done
You will finally realize they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My partners say I should practice more, I
They be saying I like I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in tune Do you laugh in tune?"

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