Playboy Tre - Epic lyrics

[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 FREE TIP!