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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 retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to school tutor it
on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
Y'all take shots, I movie shit
Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can us up
If you ain't running shit you even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt than a coffee cup
You know B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on
Umm, I'm 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on bag
beat is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm
So far away there ain't no signal on my
'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 having this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of 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 Don't It"
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will show
"Why the sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell"
I was younger space shuttle 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 they will know I put on my
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no
But everybody look at why we do it, it 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 and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some
'Cause if you're mad at 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
be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in nigga? Do you laugh in tune?"

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