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BOB lyrics : "Epic"

[B.o.B]
You know who it is without a doubt of hesitation
If money talks I got my masters in communication

But you can't hold a conversation
Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces
Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness

Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement
NBA resume, baller's my occupation
Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying

Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they $$# cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete

I run and leap and jump and like a track meet
Yeah that ought to do it
Give it that Carl Lewis

I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
I'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish
These ^!$$%s making moves my ^!$$%s making movies wait


[Playboy Tre]
Wile like a crazy mic

Clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like
My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frank @@#!y

Up in Beninhan', drunk, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your face

Your face'll look like Stuarts head
Girls call me Tre day
I'm looking for pay day

My squad's got more bottle poppin' ^!$$%s than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother

I cussed cause I like it (*##$
F-ck hoe mutherf-cker
You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker

Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little
New %#@! dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"
It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends


[B.o.B]
Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers

Don't roll with p-ssy ^!$$%s, we call them vajeenas
That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her
I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure

You just mad with no (*##$ cause I'm chilling with your (*##$
She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc
My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe %#@!

Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz
But I don't punt it, I run it for a hundred
Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon

I'm the %#@! so fix the plumbing
I'ma beast and the game's you
And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping

I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic
Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin'
Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming

And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering (*##$

[Meek Mill]

Oohh I'm a matherf-cking beast
All my haters rest in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week

Pray on ^!$$%s like a Sunday
See your artist that's a feast
I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece

It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti
Bout to scoop these (*##$es cause they say they past ready
Swagger on the finish, I think I'm Andretti

I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy
Wait a minute I'm a menace
Shout out to the winners

Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?
I'm just getting started and ^!$$%s at they end
And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning

I be with a (*##$ that looks like Kim Kardashian
She aint on these ^!$$%s not by purpose but by accident
Big?, you ^!$$%s relaxing
And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick I'm faster than yo quarter back
I bring that order back

Aint f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them purps ^!$$%
Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I aint going back
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