B.o.B play the guitar!
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
[B.o.B]
Well it’s B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogy
My outfit’s retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I’ll probably need to after school tutor it
Ballin’ on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr J flow, you can call me Julius
Y’all take shots, I direct, movie sh-t
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ‘em up
N-gg-s startin’ conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain’t runnin’ sh-t you can’t even walk with us
Still I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people
Stackin’ c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Uhm, I’m killin’ ‘em mama, I’m talkin’ hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it’s gone
Farewell, so long, so long
I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone
So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone
Cause I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far
Play the guitar
[Chorus]
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar
[Andre 3000]
Man, I keep havin’ this re-occurring image where I’m
Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it’s like he own it
We at the corner of give it to ‘em and they don’t want it
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin’
My n-gg-s threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them
“Why the world sleepin’ on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man
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B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
[B.o.B]
Well it’s B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogy
My outfit’s retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I’ll probably need to after school tutor it
Ballin’ on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr J flow, you can call me Julius
Y’all take shots, I direct, movie sh-t
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ‘em up
N-gg-s startin’ conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain’t runnin’ sh-t you can’t even walk with us
Still I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people
Stackin’ c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Uhm, I’m killin’ ‘em mama, I’m talkin’ hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it’s gone
Farewell, so long, so long
I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone
So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone
Cause I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far
Play the guitar
[Chorus]
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar
[Andre 3000]
Man, I keep havin’ this re-occurring image where I’m
Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it’s like he own it
We at the corner of give it to ‘em and they don’t want it
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin’
My n-gg-s threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them
“Why the world sleepin’ on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man
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