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[B.o.B]
You who it is without a doubt or hesitation
If talks I got my masters in communication
But you can't a conversation
Probably find me burning something good you can call that aces
the chef in the lab making greatness
Ain't a thing changed but the number on the
NBA resume, my occupation
Kush so loud I hear what was you saying
Bass go so low that the in the backseat
Get a thrill off the when it vibrate they ass cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all athlete
I run and leap and jump and like a meet
Yeah ought to do it
Give it that Lewis
I got the magic baby me George Lucas
I'm so but my flow's so foolish
These niggas making moves my niggas making wait

[Playboy
I'm like a crazy night
Clean like a baby
Y'all a momma's boy sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick my mind frame cocky
Up in Beninhan', drunk, all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried
I'm getting bread I put my up in your face
Your look like Stewies head
Girls me Tre day
I'm for pay day
My squad's got bottle poppin' niggas than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Ferrell
But I got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother
I cause I like it bitch
F-ck hoe
You mad I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker
Your son is a leprichaun so 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 stripes on my

Don't roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them
That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I meet 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 threw out your mixtape but she knows my disc
My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Allen Poe shit
Haters be getting like 4th down and show blitz
But I don't punt it, I run it for a
since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon
I'm the shit so fix the
I'ma beast and the you
And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee
I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that
Hennessey in my vomit cause the night jumpin'
Lil C got beat bumping so you can hear me coming
And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in anyone was wondering bitch

[Meek
I'm a matherf-cking beast
All my haters in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go the rest of week
Pray on like a Sunday
See your artist a feast
I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies 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 minute I'm a
out to the winners
Jacket boy like a flag before the finish?
I'm just getting and niggas at they end
And say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning
I be a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian
She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by
Big ?, you relaxing
And the main I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back
I bring that back
Aint f-ckig that weed, like where that water at
Like them purps nigga
Somebody order
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I going back