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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest,
I'll probably need to after tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops breweries
Sideline need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me
take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, 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 talking 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 away there ain't no signal on my
'Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like
Everybody who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this Play the guitar

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Man, I keep having this re-occurring image I'm
Standing on top of Church's playing 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 of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain
But they don't know about black pearls, but I show them
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the
Blowing tiger bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not
One of these will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they know I put on my pants
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
3000 got a big old full of words
He must how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and that ain't but
You me six strings and a pick
And I make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can 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 crazy ass what's to come
muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

My partners say I should practice more, I
They be 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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