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B.o.B. the guitar
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B.o.B. the guitar
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Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
I'll probably need to after school it
on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all shots, I direct: movie shit
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
I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
This beat is out of here, it's
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 I hit the bar it's like Cheers
knows who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this Play the guitar

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Man, I keep having re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken guitar
over 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 Don't It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But they don't know black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up arms and hands
Now stumble and they will I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like do, pay us no mind
But everybody at why we do it, it take 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 violin and that true but
You give me six and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some
'Cause if mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're
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 more, I know
They be I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask "Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you laugh in tune?"

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