Skip directly to content
B.o.B Underground Luxury Playlist

We Don't Get Down Like Y'all (T.I. ft. B.o.B)

0
No votes yet
Lyrics:

B.o.B:
We don’t get down like y’all
(na na na na na)
We don’t get down like y’all
(sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Hey, it’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that/
So I don’t pick the bubble no more, I just get a fact/
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is/
Ya'll and us- I’m a tell you what the difference is/
See, we old school, you just old news/
We used to move blow, and you just blow, dude/
See, we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew/
You run around town, gossip like the hoe do/
See, you name drop when nobody knows you/
We get them lames out our section like we supposed to/
My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn, and the road too/
You give her roses- I’m the one she brings the rose to/
So you say you’re shinin’ well I guess I’m shinin’ more/
So high up I’m soaring thirty and I’m like a dinosaur/
Carnivore, meat eater, g's they respect/
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga/
(haa!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Don’t call it a comeback/
Again ride been from the fed pen/
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk, and tell them get in/
Thought I lost a step but guess again/
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in/
Yeah, like we did on my last case/
I show you how to make a blessin’ out of bad breaks/
Ay, let me set you niggas’ ass straight/
Hoes want they clothes back, listen up, fag bait/
Them hot pants bad for your prostate/
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date/
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy/
They say it’s here, but where I’m from we call it sissified

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Ay, before us there was none/
After us, no more there ever be/
This the greatest show on earth you ever see/
Still do it for my niggas in the streets getting to it/
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it/
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag/
Three four hundred carats just to make them suckas mad/
Back in the saddle, the winner of every battle/
Been the best since I was rapping in a rattle- word travel/
As you comment on the rumors or what have you, beware dude/
Prayer can’t prepare you- how dare you/
Disrespect my presence peasant I will tear you/
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on/
Rolls Royce, back seat, no Grey Poupon/
A true don, three piece polishing of suit on/
Peon, see it ain’t no neon in my new one/
Tear the truth on every song i spew on (blaww!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

PUSSY NIGGA

WebCrew's picture
on Jun 29, 2011
Audio category: 
Rating: 
0
No votes yet
Lyrics: 

B.o.B:
We don’t get down like y’all
(na na na na na)
We don’t get down like y’all
(sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Hey, it’s been a lot of back and forth over this and that/
So I don’t pick the bubble no more, I just get a fact/
Listen pimpin', let me tell you what the business is/
Ya'll and us- I’m a tell you what the difference is/
See, we old school, you just old news/
We used to move blow, and you just blow, dude/
See, we the talk of the town, me and my whole crew/
You run around town, gossip like the hoe do/
See, you name drop when nobody knows you/
We get them lames out our section like we supposed to/
My crew we cop the Bentley, Brooklyn, and the road too/
You give her roses- I’m the one she brings the rose to/
So you say you’re shinin’ well I guess I’m shinin’ more/
So high up I’m soaring thirty and I’m like a dinosaur/
Carnivore, meat eater, g's they respect/
Me to you like comparing a vet to a cadet, nigga/
(haa!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Don’t call it a comeback/
Again ride been from the fed pen/
Pull up on them suckers, pop the trunk, and tell them get in/
Thought I lost a step but guess again/
Back to ballin, getting bread, bringing checks in/
Yeah, like we did on my last case/
I show you how to make a blessin’ out of bad breaks/
Ay, let me set you niggas’ ass straight/
Hoes want they clothes back, listen up, fag bait/
Them hot pants bad for your prostate/
Lime green, hot pink, a drag queen hot date/
In stores asking for the same size the bitches buy/
They say it’s here, but where I’m from we call it sissified

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

Verse:
Ay, before us there was none/
After us, no more there ever be/
This the greatest show on earth you ever see/
Still do it for my niggas in the streets getting to it/
Blowing money like my nigga Big Meech used to do it/
Say we blowing money fast, big old money bag/
Three four hundred carats just to make them suckas mad/
Back in the saddle, the winner of every battle/
Been the best since I was rapping in a rattle- word travel/
As you comment on the rumors or what have you, beware dude/
Prayer can’t prepare you- how dare you/
Disrespect my presence peasant I will tear you/
A new one, I poop on your egos and move on/
Rolls Royce, back seat, no Grey Poupon/
A true don, three piece polishing of suit on/
Peon, see it ain’t no neon in my new one/
Tear the truth on every song i spew on (blaww!!)

Chorus:
We don’t get down like y’all
I ball, I do-
You talk, I’m real
You flaw (pussy nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all (sucka nigga)
We don’t get down like y’all

PUSSY NIGGA

Song video url: 
Audio image: 

Comments

SheJusBlaze82's picture

LOVE the collab!!! TIP n B.O.B.