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B.o.B. the guitar
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B.o.B. the guitar
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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to school tutor it
on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can 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 B.o, I do this for the people
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on 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
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's Cheers
knows who you are
Who thought I would've took it this far? Play the guitar

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Man, I keep having this re-occurring image I'm
on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with 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 Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, out here yawning
My niggas out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world on black 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 got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up arms and hands
Now stumble and 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
3000 got a big old full of words
He must how to use 'em
It also I play the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say
And I encourage any child to pick up instrument
'Cause if you're mad at dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that meant you no harm
was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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