Artist: B.o.B Album: May 25th Song: B Is For B.o.B Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com Ahhh, man look Check it out I step into the place like so Feelin' real calm cool collected and composed She lookin' like "Nigga, whatcha here fo'?" I'm like, "Don't be actin' like I don't be givin that doe." That thing that you need That thing that you know If we was at sea I would not be a boat Cause I would go deep Yes down deeper low Right next to the P like L M N O There is no expression No word or phrase I know That would accurately describe The way I feel the most 'Bout them curve and the thighs You know I like the most And if I ever were to t-try to quit I'd just keep goin' Cause just like Clarence Carter baby +I Be Strokin'+ And you like, "Oh my God", I got you soundin' holy I got a s-s-surprise. yeah that right there is golden So hold it Cause this is my job like it ain't nobody's business Tell me whose is this? B-o-Bizzless Yeah yeah real dirty real gritty Haha And you know we like move In the bedroom like boom-ba-boom-boom Haha Now we change up the tune Now we got a new one rockin' in ooohn I think it's noon and we still ain't through While she in the zone I be up in that poon Ewww And it's just so nasty That's why the sex is so damn fantastic Trashy, trashy You ain't gotta ask me Kids close your ears cause this right here is graphic Then we sit down and we brown on that cali-cali Like we in Atlanta in the Caddy I am not a father but she calls me "Daddy" Now my confidence feels awfully fantastic Ha And that's why she the Cooter Club Captian Cause like this beat she cla-cla-cla-clappin'