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Well B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my is the stupidest, dumb
I'll need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the is
Dr. J flow, you can me Julius
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is 'em up
starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running you can't even walk with us
I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do for the people
c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Umm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm hockey mask
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
'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 far? Play the guitar

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Man, I keep this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken guitar
Looked and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it's 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, they out yawning
My niggas threw out way too jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about 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 got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they arms and
Now stumble and they will know I put on my
One leg at a time, like do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more
me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the
got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He know how to use 'em
It also says I play the and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any to pick 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 that meant you no harm
They was trying to your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

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

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