Artist: B.o.B f/ Meek Mill, Playboy Tre Album: Epic (S) Song: Epic Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Ay Bob whattup? What? Meek Milly, Grand Hustle in the building Ay!! It's B-O-B-O Lil C, on the beat, ha ha Yo.... [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 burnin somethin good you can call that "Smoking Aces" Compliment the chef in the lab, makin greatness Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement NBA resume, baller's my occupation Kush so loud I cain't hear what was you sayin Bass goes so low that the freaks in the back seat 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 then present 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 the flow's so foolish These niggaz making moves, my niggaz making movies wait [Playboy Tre] Wild like a crazy mic, clean like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma boy, sleepin with a baby light My ex say I'm a dick, cause my mindframe cocky Up in Benihana', drunk, drinking all the sake Damn right I want a double fried rice,I'm gettin bread I put my dick up in your face, your face'll look like Stewie's head Girls call me Tre Day, I'm lookin for pay day My squad's got more bottle poppin niggaz than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a "Stepbrother," I fuck your step mother I cussed cause I like it bitch, fuck hoe motherfucker You mad cause I'm ballin - life is a motherfcker Your son is a leprechaun, so hater live life a little New shit droppin soon "Patron & Instrumental" 'Til then stay tuned freak, and thanks for the hygeine 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 pussy niggaz, we call them vajeenas That's why your girl choosin dog, pray I never meet her I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure You just mad with no bitch, cause I'm chillin with yo' bitch She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit Haters be gettin 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 shit so fix the plumbin, I'ma beast and the game Jumanji And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumpin I'm smoking on hydroponic, some of you call that chronic Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before was jumpin Lil C got that beat bumpin, so you can hear me comin And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anybody was wonderin bitch~! [Meek Mill] Oohh I'm a motherfuckin beast, all my haters rest in peace I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week Pray on niggaz like a Sunday see yo' artist that's a feast I got like 30 in the chalk I let you pussies catch a piece It was me and old melly, in the Scaglietti Bout to scoop these bitches 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, shoutout to the winners Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish I'm just gettin started, and niggaz at they end And e'rybody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginnin I be with a bitch that look like Kim Kardashian She ain't on these niggaz not by purpose but by accident Big turns I be laxin it, you niggaz relaxin And the main reason I'm passing'em like Michael Vick I'm faster than yo' quarterback, I bring that order back Aint fuckig with that weed, like where that water at Like where them purps nigga, somebody order that Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't goin back FREE TIP!