| In search for something greater
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| I’m sick and tired of doing fuck niggas favors
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| I’m sick and tired of chasing down designer labels
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| So I said «fuck it, imma start up my own label»
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| Just tryna please, you are just incapable
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| I’m sick and tired of tryna make myself relatable
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| So please don’t ask me why my eyes low
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| 'Cause madafucka I could do this with my eyes closed
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| How many hits, how many pills do I gotta take to think of a hit
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| To be at a top, how much cotton do I gotta pick
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| How many m’s do I gotta get, don’t make any sense
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| Ain’t that a bitch, ain’t I legit
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| Sinse I was a git, fuck with my shit
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| I was a stubborn kid I grew up stuttering hoping that someone on top would
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| discover me
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| How many publicists do I gotta
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| How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery someone should cover
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| this
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| I’ve had enough of this
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| I can’t make up this shit I am on too many supstances
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| How many streams, how many themes, how many awards, how many rings,
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| help with this strings
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| Who I ride for?
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| Definitely not no clown ass niggas call you sideshows
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| And we, and we know that your IG be telling lies hoe
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| Imma reap the shit that I sow
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| I find it odd, niggas stay saying «don't wife a thot»
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| But you wifing thots behind the dignified facade
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| Your life’s in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch,
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| but I’m on suicidal watch
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| (Hello? you ever just wanna die a lot)
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| Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored
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| I say we’re just a bunch of piles of shit with pores
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| That spend all day eating, then shit some more
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| I don’t want kids, I’m convinced, I’m sure
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| Pull out like my dick’s a sword
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| Eight billion people, 90% of them’s poor, but fuck it, what’s a few more
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| Let’s even get more shit to afford
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| Seventy summers on
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| You on, you on, you on my dick
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| A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when it’s hit
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| That means something I said must got under your skin
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| Tell me, how real can I get?
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| I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
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| 'Cause they can’t do shit
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| Who I ride for?
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| Clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows
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| Your IG be telling lies, ho
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| I’mma reap the shit that I sow
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| In search of something greater |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dontbenobodysbitch, artist - B.o.B. Album song NAGA, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп