(B.o.B)
You know who it is without a doubt of hesitation
If money talks I got my masters in communication
But you cant hold a conversation
Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness
Aint a thing changed but the number on the statement
NBA resume, ballers my occupation
Kush so loud I cant hear what was you saying
Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks
Im Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
I run and leap and jump and like a track meet
Yeah that ought to do it
Give it that Carl Lewis
I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
Im so prolific but my flows so foolish
These niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
(Playboy Tre)
Wile like a crazy mic
Clean like a baby wipe
Yall just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like
My ex say Im a dick cause my mind frank cocky
Up in Beninhan, drunk, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
Im getting bread I put my dick up in your face
Your facell look like Stuarts head
Girls call me Tre day
Im looking for pay day
My squads got more bottle poppin niggas than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell
But I aint got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother
I cussed cause I like it bitch
F-ck hoe mutherf-cker
You mad cause Im balling, life is a mutherfcker
Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little
New shit dropping soon Patron & Instrumental
Its tre, my flow wont quit til I say it ends
(B.o.B)
Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Dont roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas
Thats why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her
I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure
You just mad with no bitch cause Im chilling with your bitch
She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
My flows sick, Im a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit
Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
But I dont punt it, I run it for a hundred
Ever since I was a young un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon
Im the shit so fix the plumbing
Ima beast and the games you
And if this aint what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping
Im smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic
Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin
Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming
And my names Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering bitch
(Meek Mill)
Oohh Im a matherf-cking beast
All my haters rest in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
Pray on niggas like a Sunday
See your artist thats a feast
I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece
It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti
Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready
Swagger on the finish, I think Im Andretti
I push it to the limit get em haters gassed heavy
Wait a minute Im a menace
Shout out to the winners
Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?
Im just getting started and niggas at they end
And errbody say Im hot but Ive been hot from the beginning
I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian
She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by accident
Big ?, you niggas relaxing
And the main reason Im passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back
I bring that order back
Aint f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them purps nigga
Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going back
FREE TIP!
Thanks to r
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