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[B.o.B]
You who it is without a doubt or hesitation
If money talks I got my 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 can't what was you saying
Bass go so low the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate ass cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray an all American athlete
I run and and jump and like a track meet
Yeah ought to do it
Give it Carl 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 movies

Tre]
I'm wild a crazy night
Clean like a baby
Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick cause my frame cocky
Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the
Damn right I want a double 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 bottle poppin' niggas than the AA
and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I your step mother
I cuss cause I it bitch
hoe mutherf-cker
You mad cause I'm balling, is a mutherfcker
son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little
New dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"
It's tre, my flow won't 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 choosing dawg, pray I never meet her
I tap her on the head and tell her you know the
You mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch
She threw out your mixtape but she knows my disc
My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe
Haters be getting defensive 4th down and show blitz
But I don't it, I run it for a hundred
Ever since I was a '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 it must be bungee jumping
I'm smoking on some of you call that chronic
Hennessey in my vomit cause the night jumpin'
Lil C got that beat bumping so you can me coming
And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was bitch

Mill]
Oohh I'm a matherf-cking
All my haters in peace
I a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
Pray on niggas like a
See your artist a feast
I got 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece
It was me and old in the Scaglietti
Bout to scoop these bitches cause say they past ready
Swagger on the finish, I I'm Andretti
I push it to the limit get 'em haters heavy
Wait a I'm a menace
out to the winners
Jacket boy Louies like a flag 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 with a bitch that looks like Kim
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 faster yo quarter back
I bring order back
f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them nigga
Somebody that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I aint back