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HeadBand (Feat. 2 Chainz) – B.o.B

Lirik lagu: HeadBand (Feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Already got what I rolled up in my left hand
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
This shit I’m on, better than the next strand
Than the next strand, better than the next strand
She head down, booty poppin’ in a headstand
I shine bright, I’ll give your girl a slight tan
I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man
I don’t even understand why she’d ever want a man
If she ever throw it, I’ll catch it like a quarterback
Like like a quarterback, that’s an interception
You think I give a fuck? That’s a misconception
Oh, what a night, oh, what a night
The roof is on fire, so what, I’m high?
Oh, what a night, oh, what a night
Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B.o.B]
Aye, look at baby over there
Wassup? Lil’ mama come here
She started talking, but I really couldn’t hear her
‘Til she started dancin’ like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
She broke it, bounce, body movin’ like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down
Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
Drop, drop that ass down, now look back at it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Whistling Dixie
In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed
Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary
Black on 28s, it remind me of February
Dare you could fuck with me, that would be Nevuary
Dead-ass rappers should’ve came with a cemetery
I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry
Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary
My vision blurry, these bitches flirting
I’ve been drinking all night, I think my kidney’s hurting (damn)
So I close the curtains on the 62
Her ass’ll knock your ass out, you’d better stick and move (true)
Chain hang to my ding-a-lang
Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang
To do a threesome, you’ve got to intervene
Her legs so sexy when I’m in between

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[Hook: B.o.B]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
She do it like she do it in the mirror
Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear
She speed it up and slow it down like she’s switching gears
I’m lookin’ for the baddest one here
I tell her like do that there, do that there
You’ve got to stretch it out, girl, move that there
She bent it over and touched her toes when she took that there
Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there?
Who back there? I’m back there
I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
Picture-perfect body, that’s a Kodak there
Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat stair
I’m like oh, what a night, oh, what a night
The roof is on fire, so what, I’m high?
I’m like oh, what a night, oh, what a night
That’s a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B.o.B]

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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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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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