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

Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a
to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the
Stacking c-notes, 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 took it this far? Play the guitar

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(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
Standing on top of Church's playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this 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 Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my lonely
But don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay 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, like do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it us more time
Excuse me if I'm no
to the internet
3000 got a big old full of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the and that ain't true but
You me six strings and a pick
And I make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I any child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that they meant you no
They was trying to save your ass from what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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