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Fame – B.o.B

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Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone you know, tryin’ to tell you you changin’
They wanna taste that
Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame

Famous, everybody wanna be famous
Most people wanna just taste it
Other people trynna just sneak in the VIP and chill with the big faces
They don’t really see them changes, when the fame hits
When I’m up on the stage they sing it as soon as I step up they hate it
And I’m saying I really ain’t with that complaining just look at the picture I’m painting
Yeah I pay my rent, vacation then
Take trips all around the equator then
Come back to the A hit the stage again
Then I go up in that booth where they caged me in
Feel regular but then I go insane again
If you witness the condition that my brain is in
You would see I’m in hell where Satan is
Hardest thing to do is maintain a friend
Cause everybody tryna get paid from me
But fuck it, this the entertainment biz
So let the games begin, I mean let the flames begin
Hey, I’m just trained in this
A lot of everybody didn’t get paid from it
I’m famous

Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone you know, tryin’ to tell you you changin’
They wanna taste that
Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame

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Popular, everybody wanna be popular
Little kids just be watchin’ us through binoculars
And then they go to school and copy us
But hey I’m not knockin’ y’all
But how can y’all not see it’s obvious
Cause cops just be plottin on us
When the paparazzi be spottin’ us
Cause everybody just wanna be on MTV or BET, yo
Maybe sees an MVP or maybe even just poppin’ the queen
But everybody can’t be a G, O to the D
And everybody can’t B, O to the B
But I don’t know maybe this is just how it’s supposed to be
But this is what’ll happen to y’all
You know crazy and beat up trucks
The tabloids sayin’ that you’re hooked on drugs
You cutting up your face then sew it back up
But look it’s plain to see
Ain’t nothing in this game gone be changing me
Imma always B, O to the B me me
I’m famous

Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone you know, tryin’ to tell you you changin’
They wanna taste that
Fame fame fame fame fame

Everywhere you go they just wanna be stars
Everyone you know wanna drive a fancy car
Everyone you know want you to buy at the bar
They wanna taste that fame fame fame fame (everywhere we go, everywhere we go now)

Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone you know, tryin’ to tell you you changin’
They wanna taste that
Fame fame fame fame fame

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Hey hey do you wanna be famous
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is
Everyone you know, tryin’ to tell you you changin’
They wanna taste that
Fame fame fame fame fame

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Hell Squad On Deck
Hell Squad On Deck
Fame fame fame fame fame

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B.o.B

Friday Night Star – B.o.B

She was a friday night star,
Everyone knew her name but the fame didn’t take her far,
And she was in awe,
Trying to imitate the lifestyle that she saw,
And there was no cars,
Living illusions,
Dream illusive chasing cars,
A tongue so harsh,
She could persuade a million soldiers into the dark

So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you’re so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you’re just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,

Jessica, I’m thinking I could probably take her home and marry her,
But eveything I keep on hearing makes me scared of her,
And now I know I probably should have never messed with her,
But she got me grabbing my coat and keys and I did I did,
I get on the express way and speed to her crib, her crib,
I just loose control everytime I see all those hips and lips,
And it feels just like an evil deed,
But I slip, I slip,

So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you’re so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you’re just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,

Yeah, yeah,
She’s dressed for the friday night lights,
With her boots zipped up, her jeans tight,
Wonderin, tryna find the right type,
But there’s dogs round here and they might bite,
I sit back, then stare in amazement,
As these girls go awfully crazy,
They don’t know me,
But they know that they play my song on the radio station,
And I climb on top of the stage,
Wait for the beat when it drop, then I sing,
Everybody get poured up, then drink,
Then by the end of the night they faint,
After the pause, I fade to the dark,
Everybody please give a round of applause,
I leave to the car, she waits for me patiently by the bar

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So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you’re so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you’re just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star,

So juat wait up a minute lady,
Pop them breaks for a minute you’re so mistaken,
I say you look awfully shady,
Or maybe you’re just contemplating a friday night star,
(Shes a superstar)
A friday night star,
A friday night star
(Shes a superstar),
A friday night star

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B.o.B

Bend Over – B.o.B

[Hook]
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over

[Verse 1]
What you talking bout, who you fucking kidding
I do this for a fucking living
Private life, public life
I can’t tell the fucking difference
I’m from the city people love to visit
Every square foot, a hundred bitches
Hoes whoring, it ain’t nothing new
If I ain’t hit it, someone hit it
Bob, there’s more to life than money, riches
There’s more to life than fucking bitches
Screenshots, ass shots, and Ciroc shots
That’s why I don’t trust them bitches
She ain’t fit in with them other bitches
All they is to her is competition
She just want be complemented
She just want a hundred million followers
Back it up, bend it over on the [?]
On your back, knees up, gynecologist
And you know who stays anonymous
Put it together then it’s obvious but

[Hook]
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Motherfucker, bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You be bugging over who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over

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[Verse 2]
Bob, miss me with them conscious lyrics
You sound just like the one percenters
You must of did a bunch of acid
Either that or you just fucking with us
You want to be a star, sell out concert tickets?
A mansion and a Hollywood subdivision?
You get the fame under one condition
You get copied at the cloning center
They kill ’em with a common ending
Overdose from a drug addiction
Same story, same headline
A stroke, a heart attack, an aneurysm
Celebrities and politicians
Just to name a couple members
Rituals and pedophilia
Sacrifices, blood religion
The queen of England got arrest warrants
For the disappearance of a dozen children
Do your research on the topic
The same time every year kids come up missing

[Hook]
But you so focused on who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You so suckered into who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over
Motherfucker, bend over, bend over
Grab your ankles, touch your knees, bend over motherfucker
You be bugging off of who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you
You be bugging off of who fucking who you don’t realize who fucking you motherfucker
Bend, bend, bend, bend, bend
Get, get, get bent motherfucker

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B.o.B

Ready (Feat. Future) – B.o.B

Lirik lagu: Ready (Feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Apply major pressure my nigga
You heard me?

[Hook: Future]
Money on my mind, plane taking off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhone’s only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga we ain’t gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
We just get ready
Any time they come around here nigga we ain’t gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
It’s Ray Bans, and free bands, we getting money,
While you hating, we somewhere in our Abu Dhabi
With Arabians, and G5, where my posse at?
Its outrageous, on that good Jamaican
That’s right I’m too faded, you two shaded
I’m too greedy with two ladies
Excellence im azuberated
I finna smash like two potatoes
I dont give a fuck, not even two maybes
I turn up on niggas like rude a bands
I do it daily, I do it daily
That’s my swag, you should pay me
Aint that the truth? this my whip aint that the coupe
Hustle Gang aint that the squad
That bitch actin’ like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin feelings, I’mma catch a flight to ..
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major woooo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Okay
Anything they wanna do, hell yeah Im ready for it
Sexy bitch just throw that back, hell yeah she ready for it
They thought that the boy was stupid, now my shit they checkin’ for it
And your girl she addicted to it, I think that ho need metaphor
All I heard is that boy a pop
All I heard is that boy a not
Top 5 on any list, but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as fuck
I don’t see nigga til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
You are now welcome to the kush lounge
So miss my with that fuckery
Girl come here with that suckery
Ham squad Hustle Gang
That’s that underground luxury
I dont mess with them fake type
I bet em all if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still never get a buck from me

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[Hook]

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