Lyrics:
or overloaded
Or have I lost all sense of worth
This lady beggin' for survival
Doomed by a twist of fate from Earth
I met this woman in San Francisco
She
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
took the hymn book down and mama sang a song
(What a friend we have in Jesus)
Oh I've been rocked to sleep many a night to the tune of What a Friend
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
What up John (testing one, two, three)
What up Kon (hey convict music)
Let's go (can you believe it)
Fresh white tee, fresh car walls,
the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga
T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whats happenin' Toomp?
Let's ride out homie! What it is man?
P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
cram to understand who I am.
Damn, by the way can I please get this dance
Let's not freelance cause I'm just getting started,
Believe me that was
toes
Don't want the truth and it goes to show
I got a joker up my sleeve
I know what to believe
It ain't right just because
It's in black and white
'm going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
'm where I'm supposed to be
By myself it is so lovely
Doing what I want
Sipping bubbly
Burning grapefruit kush, feeling lovely
Smoke a blunt in
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
said seven
More news at eleven
[Chorus]
More news at eleven
I was watching the TV screen
Can't believe what I seen
Three guys tried to rob
You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don't want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Uh, what up, world? I'm Nefertitti, true
really want
It's all I really want to be
It's all I really need
I want, I want and I believe
You thought you had the best of me
But now I'm what you
the hood)
So whatever ever happen, I'm with it
P-O-E 'til I D-IE, I got P-IE's
For the low, come and see that cheese
You might be the police so
I don't give
someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'm gonna give 'em what they want
They looking for a (hero)
I guess that makes me
You all can't believe what we did
Provide an opportunity in the community,
Tryin' to spread a lil' unity between you and me
Since IM the mayor, I
love to make, ah
Let's do this tonight
Don't put up a fight
Gotta make you believe that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it
I
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