| You know who it is without a doubt of hesitation
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| If money talks I got my masters in communication
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| But you can’t hold a conversation
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| Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
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| Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness
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| Ain’t a thing changed but the number on the statement
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| NBA resume, baller’s my occupation
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| Kush so loud I can’t hear what was you saying
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| Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat
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| Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks
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| I’m Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
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| I run and leap and jump and like a track meet
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| Yeah that ought to do it
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| Give it that Carl Lewis
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| I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
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| I’m so prolific but my flow’s so foolish
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| These niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait
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| Wile like a crazy mic
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| Clean like a baby wipe
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| Y’all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like
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| My ex say I’m a dick cause my mind frank cocky
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| Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the sake
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| Damn right I want a double fried rice
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| I’m getting bread I put my dick up in your face
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| Your face’ll look like Stuarts head
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| Girls call me Tre day
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| I’m looking for pay day
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| My squad’s got more bottle poppin’niggas than the AA
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| Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell
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| But I ain’t got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother
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| I cussed cause I like it bitch
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| F-ck hoe mutherf-cker
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| You mad cause I’m balling, life is a mutherfcker
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| Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little
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| New shit dropping soon «Patron &Instrumental»
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| It’s tre, my flow won’t quit til I say it ends
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| Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
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| Don’t roll with p-ssy niggas, we call them vajeenas
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| That’s why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her
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| I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure
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| You just mad with no bitch cause I’m chilling with your bitch
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| She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
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| My flow’s sick, I’m a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit
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| Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
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| But I don’t punt it, I run it for a hundred
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| Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon
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| I’m the shit so fix the plumbing
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| I’ma beast and the game’s you
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| And if this ain’t what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping
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| I’m smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic
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| Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin'
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| Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming
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| And my name’s Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering
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| bitch
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| Oohh I’m a matherf-cking beast
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| All my haters rest in peace
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| I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
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| Pray on niggas like a Sunday
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| See your artist that’s a feast
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| I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece
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| It was me and old melly? |
| in the Scaglietti
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| Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready
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| Swagger on the finish, I think I’m Andretti
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| I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy
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| Wait a minute I’m a menace
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| Shout out to the winners
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| Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?
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| I’m just getting started and niggas at they end
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| And errbody say I’m hot but I’ve been hot from the beginning
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| I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian
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| She aint on these niggas not by purpose but by accident
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| Big?, you niggas relaxing
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| And the main reason I’m passing em like Michael Vick I’m faster than yo quarter
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| back
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| I bring that order back
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| Aint f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at Like where them purps nigga
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| Somebody order that
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| Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going back
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| FREE TIP! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epic , by - B.o.B. Song from the album Epic: Every Play Is Crucial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп