| I be over here, I be over there
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| You be on the outside wishin you were here
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| I be at the club, I be at the spot
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| You be talkin big but you really really not
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| 'Cause you ain’t me and I ain’t' you
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| I Ain’t even gotta try, this is what I do
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| Cause you ain’t me and I ain’t' you
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| I Ain’t even gotta try, this is what I do
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| This is what I do
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| This is how my day go
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| Wake up, cross over, fade ho
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| I wake up with that leggo, 28 floor but I lay low
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| No lease 'cause it’s paid fo, stack chips with my queso
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| Straight shots no hangover, real bitches, no fake hoes
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| Two chicks in Barbados, we bait ho’s like bagels
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| Hasta luego, Lobsta Alfredo
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| Authentic Italian linguine, Pasta, no Prego
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| Call me lieutenant, ridin in a whip windows tinted
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| Got a tour bus with a room in it
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| Loud pack, no stems, no seeds in it
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| When I ride on the beat, man I grove in it
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| Hell yes sir, I handle business
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| I’m so prolific, it’s no impostor-ing and no pretending
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| Do it, do it, I did it, did it
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| It’s done, it’s finished
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| Yes I put it over a time to mix it
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| Mine I spin it, man I got hits on hits on hits
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| So why the hell they keep on pitchin'
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| Got a whole lot of haters who don’t add me when they missin
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| My music is like a drug and I’m just feelin' enough prescription
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| That’s school and put the beat it at the school detention
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| Got me Captain Hook man after low murder make me a burger
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| I’m so further like the place that you ain’t heard of pound worker
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| See I get out hand to my building I am so ambitious
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| I got big dough that’s biscuit
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| So when I walk around that’s fitness I pass fur when I visit
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| Overseas ball no pivot you talk about it and I live it
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| Grand hustle
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| Since day one you heard me
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| From the underground to the surface
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| I rose out of the fire, I emerged out of the furnace
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| But I knew that my time would come, And I couldn’t be more deserving
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| Man I swear I’m good for life, but still I’m far away from perfect
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| Shit I’m straight like 12: 30
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| Call me the good, I’m burping
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| Chillin with brown sugar and cinnamon
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| One butter scotch and one Hershey (Good God)
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| With a booty so big you can probably Google Earth it
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| I’m a hit it girl with that long jump, With hat Jackie Joyner, that Kersee
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| Now squirt for me, twerk it for me
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| I’m the professor of Real Nigga University
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| I hold my team down, anchorman Ron Burgundy
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| I’m tryin tell you man, I’m sharper than surgery
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| Bobby Ray! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guest List , by - B.o.B. Song from the album Epic: Every Play Is Crucial, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп