[B.o.B] You know who it is without a or hesitation If talks I got my masters in communication But you can't hold a Probably find me burning something good you can call smoking aces the chef in the lab making greatness Ain't a thing changed but the number on the NBA resume, ballin's my Kush so loud I hear what was you saying Bass go so low that the in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine it vibrate they ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and like a track Yeah that to do it it that Carl Lewis I got the magic baby me George Lucas I'm so prolific but my so foolish These niggas making moves my making movies wait
[Playboy I'm wild like a crazy like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping a baby light My ex say I'm a dick my mind frame cocky Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake Damn I want a double fried rice I'm getting bread I put my dick up in face Your face'll like Stewies head call me Tre day I'm for pay day My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will But I ain't got a step brother, I your step mother I cuss cause I like it hoe mutherf-cker You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker Your son is a so hater live life a little New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B] Eastside on my arm, 3 on my sneakers
Don't with p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never her I tap her on the and tell her you know the procedure You just mad with no bitch I'm chilling with your bitch She out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe shit Haters be defensive like 4th down and show blitz But I don't punt it, I run it for a Ever I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the so fix the plumbing beast and the game's you And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be jumping I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call chronic Hennessey in my cause the night before jumpin' Lil C got that beat so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case was wondering bitch
Mill] Oohh I'm a matherf-cking All my haters rest in I make a hundred on the and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas a Sunday See your artist a feast I got like 30 in the I let you p-ssies catch a piece It was me and old in the Scaglietti Bout to scoop bitches cause they say they past ready Swagger on the finish, I think I'm I it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy Wait a I'm a menace Shout out to the Jacket boy Louies a flag before the finish? I'm just getting started and at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot the beginning I be with a bitch that looks Kim Kardashian She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by Big ?, you relaxing And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im than yo quarter back I bring that order f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at Like where them nigga Somebody order Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I going back