Lyrics Boom - B.o.B

Boom

No, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to play
Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say?
No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to play
I’m here to fuck shit up (rare, rare)
I’m here to fuck shit up (wow)
You ain’t even scratch the crust (stop, stop, stop)
Please, do not touch the tux (stop, stop, stop) (don't touch the tux)
I can’t concentrate, I’m stuck
Ain’t tryna debate, it’s not MMA, you play with my plate, you bait (on me)
I fold up your bae, like paper maché, I got to feng shui the place (on God)
They can’t imitate the great (on me), I do not take the bait (on God)
I mean what I say, in 25 seconds this message will self destruct (fuckin' shit
up)
No, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to play
Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say?
No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to play
I’m here to fuck shit up (woah)
I’m here to fuck shit up
Look, third eye is functioning, and I’m in a function
I might go gorillas, go ape like a jungle gym
Too much of cannabis, too much of funguses
I get monstrous with my mantras, bitch
I like extra condiments on my consonants
Ain’t no theories over here bitch, just common sense
In real life you internet gangsters just want a pic
Gee willikers gee my golly who’d I offend?
Synonymous with these psychotic psychiatrists
The villain within, or depending on who, the victim within
If you’ve got a point that you really do need to defend, vent to a friend
Baddest motherfucker walking since woman invented man
I’m in it to win, I’m knee-deep
She’s down at my shins feeling my print
Shit, I feel like I’m Prince
If you happen to use my name in a sentence shit, future tense
Don’t know if it’s clear to you what it appears that I’m here to do
Shit I paid my nigga dues, I transformed you niggas' views
I’m fucking shit up, lit fuse, fuck you and your ten views, bitch
No, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to play (ray bands)
Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say?
No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to play
I’m here to fuck shit up
I’m here to fuck shit up