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Well it's B.o.B., than a stewardess
Fresh to like I'm dressed for a eulogy
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 to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct: shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so can talk us up
If you running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the
Stacking c-notes, pockets on
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey
I do it to death, on body bag
This is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far there ain't no signal on my phone
I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody who you are
Who thought I would've took it this far? Play the guitar

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Man, I having this re-occurring image where I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
standing on top of Dunkin 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 yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But they don't about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of
And grandmum tells me to humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles make 'em throw 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 look at why we do it, it take us more time
me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the
got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the and that ain't true but
You give me six and a pick
And I will make a talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some
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 that they meant you no
They was trying to save your ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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