Artist: B.o.B f/ Juicy J, T.I.
Album:  Underground Luxury
Song:   We Still in This Bitch
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus: B.o.B]
I'm in my zone, I'm feelin it
Stop blowin my buzz, quit killin it
So buy another round, they tried to shut us down
'bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch
So turn this shit up loud, and buy another round
They tried to shut us down 'bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

[B.o.B]
Ay; I pull up, pull up, pull up in that automatic cookup
B. Rich pull up in that rooster 'til we wake the fuckin hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out, I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me with a squad like this
With a team so strong with a flow so cold, ain't nuttin but some bad bitches in my clique
What's up Eastside? (What's up Eastside?) We in this bitch (we in this bitch)
They think they seein me (ain't seein me) but they ain't seen shit (man they ain't seen shit)
G-g-girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich, girls at my shows wanna take my pic
Yeah we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothin, can't tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own, open that pack, rollin that strong
And we still up in this bitch, won't turn down, won't go home
Yeah

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[T.I.]
Hustle Gang nigga, yeah~!
I got big wheels on my ride, spent 'bout six mil's on my ride
You catch me swervin all on your side of town bumpin "Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe"
Don't blow my high, just blow my cock, I'm so paid, I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me, black his eye, that no lie
I'm on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple
I'm a boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want trouble I got plenty, how you want it, full or semi?
I'm so rich so all that fuckboy shit you kickin don't offend me
Don't get killed off in this bitch, I spent mil's all on this shit
Boy it's been eleven years of this shit, look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall, no can fall, you pussy ass niggaz can't touch a key
See me don't speak, ain't nothin G, I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me
Ay!

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
Turnt up, yo
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggaz
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be yo' wife
She lookin for a nigga that's ballin so tonight might be her night
You know me I stay stuntin, low-key I threw tuition at Onyx
Flip money fast like Sonic, rich nigga, I speak ebonics
Got a new car I paid cash, got a new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that, fuck yo' team, where the freaks at?
Hundred deep in V.I.P., niggaz always hatin
I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin out with his lady
I got yo' boo in my Bugatti, she 'bout to swallow my babies
My system loud, my weed loud, no hair clippers, I'm faded
Trippy!

[Chorus]