Epic (Explicit)

Epic - B.o.B

You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation

If money talks I got my masters in communications

But you can't hold a conversation

Probably find me burning something good

You can call that smoking aces

Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness

Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement

NBA resume, baller's my occupation

Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying

Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat

Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they a** cheeks

I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete

I run and leap and jump in that p**sy like a track meet

Yeah that oughta do it

Give it that Carl Lewis, ha

I got the magic baby call me George Lucas

I'm so prolific but the flow's so foolish

These niggas making moves, my niggas making movies, wait

Wild like a crazy mic

Clean like a baby wipe

Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby light

My ex say I'm a d**k cause my mind frank cocky

Up in Beninhan', drunk as f**k, drinking all the sake

Damn right I want a double fried rice

I'm getting bread I put my d**k up in your face

Your face'll look like Stewies head

Girls call me Tre day

I'm looking for pay day

My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA

Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell

But I ain't got a step brother, I f**k your step mother

I cussed cause I like it b**ch

F**k hoe mutherf**ker

You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker

Shawtys and leprichauns so hate or live life a little

New sh*t dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"

Til then stay tuned freak, and thanks for the hot gin

It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends

Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers

Don't roll with p**sy niggas, we call them vajeenas

That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her

I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure

You just mad with no b**ch cause I'm chilling with your b**ch

She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc

My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe sh*t

Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz

But I don't punt it, I run it for one hundred

Ever since I was a youngin', been hungry as Paul Bunyon

I'm the sh*t so fix the plumbing

I'm a beast and the game's Jumanji

And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping

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 bumping so you can hear me coming

And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the

A just incase anybody was wondering b**ch

Oohh I'm a matherf**king beast

All my haters rest in peace

I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week

Pray on niggas like a Sunday

See your artist that's a feast

I got like 38 inch cock, I let you pussies catch a piece

It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti

Bout to scoop these b**ches 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

Shout out to the winners

Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?

I'm just getting started and niggas at they end

And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning

I be with a b**ch that looks like Kim Kardashian

She ain't on these niggas not by purpose but by accident

Big Chris, I'll be laxing him, you niggas relaxing

And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick

I'm faster than yo quarter back

I bring that order back

Ain't f**king with that w**d, like where that water at

Like where them purps ni**a

Somebody order that

Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back

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