[B.o.B]
You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation
If money talks I got my masters in communications
But you can't hold a conversation
Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness
Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement
NBA resume, balling's my occupation
Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying
Ba** go so low that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they a** cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
I run and leap and jump in that p**y like a track meet
Yeah that ought to do it
Give it that Carl Lewis
I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
I'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish
These n***as making moves my n***as making movies wait
[Playboy Tre]
Wild like a crazy night, clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just a momma boy, sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frame co*ky
Up in Beninhan', drunk as f**, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your face
Your face'll look like Stewie's head
Girls call me Tre day
I'm looking for pay day
My squad's got more bottle poppin' n***as than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I f** your step mother
I cussed cause I like it b**h
f** ho motherf**er
You mad cause I'm balling, life is a motherf**er
Short like a leprechaun so hater live life a little
New sh** dropping soon “Patron and Instrumentals”
Til' then stay tuned, freak, and thanks for the hot gin
It's Tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends
[B.o.B]
Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Don't roll with p**y n***as, we call them vajeenas
That's 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 b**h cause I'm chilling with your b**h
She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe sh**
Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
But I don't punt it, I run it for a hundred
Ever since I was a young ‘un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon
I'm the sh** so fix the plumbing
I'ma beast and in the game, Jumanji
And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping
I'm 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 name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering b**h
[Meek Mill]
Oohh I'm a motherf**ing beast
All my haters rest in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
Pray on n***as like a Sunday
See your artist that's a feast
I got like 30 in the chalk I let you pussies catch a piece
It's just me and O' Melly in the Scaglietti
Bout to scoop these b**hes cause they say they past ready
Swagger on infinity, I think I'm Andretti
I push it to the limit get 'em haters ga**ed heavy
Wait a minute I'm a menace
Shout out to the winners
Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish
I'm just getting started and n***as at they end
And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning
I be with a b**h that looks like Kim Kardashian
sh**tin' on these n***as not by purpose but by accident
Bickers I be laughing at, you n***as relaxing
And the main reason I'm pa**ing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back
I bring that order back
Ain't f**ing with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them perks n***a
Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back
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