Lyrics Dontbenobodysbitch - B.o.B

Dontbenobodysbitch - B.o.B
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
Date of issue: 04.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Genre
Song language: English

Dontbenobodysbitch

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

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Artist lyrics: B.o.B