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B.o.B. the guitar
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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
Balling on beats, got hops like
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I direct: movie
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas starting conversations so they 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 it's B.o, I do this for the
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, on body bag
This beat is out of here, gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far there ain't no signal on my phone
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far? Play the

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Man, I keep having re-occurring image where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B. this 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 here somewhere and me in Europe, out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will them
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they and hands
Now and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more
Excuse me if I'm no
According to the
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and ain't true but
You me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say
And I encourage any child to 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 you're done
You will finally realize they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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