Epic - B.o.B

Epic - B.o.B
You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation
If money talks I got my masters in communications
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
Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they a** cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
I run and leap and jump in that p**sy like a track meet
Yeah that oughta do it
Give it that Carl Lewis, ha
I got the magic baby call me George Lucas
I'm so prolific but the flow's so foolish
These niggas making moves, my niggas making movies, wait
Wild like a crazy mic
Clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I'm a d**k cause my mind frank cocky
Up in Beninhan', drunk as f**k, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
I'm getting bread I put my d**k up in your face
Your face'll look like Stewies head
Girls call me Tre day
I'm looking for pay day
My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I f**k your step mother
I cussed cause I like it b**ch
F**k hoe mutherf**ker
You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker
Shawtys and leprichauns so hate or live life a little
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