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[feat. Playboy Tre & Meek Mill] [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 ass cheeks I'm Bobby Ray baby an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and... like a track 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 niggas making moves my niggas 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 cocky Letras de cancionesUp in... 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... 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 fuck your step mother I cussed cause I like it bitch Fuck hoe mother fucker You mad cause I'm balling, life as a mother fucker Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little New shit dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" It's Tre, My flow won't quit til I say it ends [B.o.B:] Don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them va-jeanas That's why your girl choosing don't pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and say you know the procedure You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe shit Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz But I don't bun it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the shit so fix the plumbing I'm a beast and the game's 200 And if this ain't what you call hip-hop you must be bungee jumping I'm smoking on... some of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before... Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me drumming I remains by the way eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering bitch [Meek Mill:] Ohh I'm a mother fucking beast All my haters rest in peace I make a hundred on the money and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggas like a Sunday See your artist that's a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you pussies... It was me and old Melly in this game levy Swagger on the finish, I think I'm Andretti I push you to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy Wait a minute I'm a menace Shout out to the winners I'm just getting started and niggas at they end And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot since the beginning I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian... From Letras Mania