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Circles

on May 01, 2012
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(Let's go)
(hey)
(where she at)
(Yeah it's B.O.B)

Well she the type of the girl drive the whole hood crazy
Lil' Red Ridin' hood ridin' M80's
The type of girl that'll probably be famous
Hollywood superstar, magazine pages
Apparently she had a thing for a nigga' unfortunately the nigga' wasn't me
Nowadays she's the life of the party glamorous and glossy takin' photos in the VIP

Now I’m like
Damn, Wow, look at you now
You got the whole world chasin you down
It's Mary mac
Ya'll dressed in black
With a rude attitude
And tattoos down ya' back

But still you run circles through my head (X2)
There she goes again (X2)

I just wanna get to know ya'
But ya turn the other shoulda'
And there she goes again
Running circles through my head

Runnin' circles through my membrane
Top speed she done shift gears switched lanes on me
I haven't seen ya in a minute
But the hand's of time shorty did some good things for ya
Like a A-list celebrity they ain't even gotta see ID
Cuz nowadays shes the life of the party glamorous and glossy takin' photos in the VIP

Now I’m like
Damn, Wow, look at you now
You got the whole world chasin you down
It's Mary mac
Ya'll dressed in black
With a rude attitude
And tattoos down ya' back

But still you run circles through my head (X2)
There she goes again (X2)

I just wanna get to know ya'
But ya turn the other shoulda'
And there she goes again
Running circles through my head

(woah... oooh) X2

But still you run circles through my head (X2)
There she goes again (X2)

I just wanna get to know ya'
But ya turn the other shoulda'
And there she goes again
Running circles through my head

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Where Are You (B.o.B vs. Bobby Ray)

on May 01, 2012
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Where Are You by B.o.B

Yo, whatever happened to Bobby Ray
He used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of his fans in the dust
We never hear from you, you’re constantly changing
And your relatives always miss you at family occasions
And your mother misses you too
Since all the fortune you’ve been too busy recording
Now she feels unimportant
And your daddy’s been going through it, since he lost his mother
The least you could do it call him and show him you support him

I never though you would sell out
You’re becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me
I’m like, ain’t this the dude that said it ain’t about the price tag
Now on your records all that you do is brag
Come on dog
I thought you were better than that, dog
What happened to cloud 9
And generation lost
You were my idol

Just when I thought I’d give up on everything
I heard you play this familiar melody
I heard you play this familiar melody
Melody

Yo whatever happened to b.o.b.

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So Good

on Feb 21, 2012

So Good

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Drinking a German beer,
wit a Cuban cigar,
in the middle of Paris wit a Dominican Broad
Great head on her shoulders,
she probably studied abroad
She transferred to Harvard from Kings college in March
She says that I'm her favorite
cuz she admires the arts Michealangelo with the flow,
Picaso with the bars
Shes well put together like a piece by Gershwin Renaissance style,
tonight is picture perfect so smile
And pack ya bags real good baby
Cuz you'll be gone for a while

Chorus

Girl, Tell me how ya Feel
Whats your fantasy-yo
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You can put ya feet up
Be my señorita
We ain't gotta rush just take it slow
you'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want it's yours
I'll have you living life like you should...
You'll say you never had it so good (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Verse 2

Suffering from first class cabin fever
5 hour layovers from Norway to Egypt
I'm to the point like the Pyramids of Giza
Still I'm to the left like the tower out in Piza
I'm feeling single baby I could use a feature
Swagger like Caesar,
I'll get you a visa we can go to Italy and maybe see the Coliseum
I'll be Da Vinci if ya be my Mona Lisa now smile
And pack ya bags real good baby
Cuz you'll be gone for a while

Verse 3

I'm feeling singular how bout let's make it plural
Spin the globe, wherever it lands that where will go
We'll hit up Europe, yep, and spend some Euros
Or maybe visit Berlin, the wall wit the murals
This is ya month baby, sign of the Virgo
Private reservations, glasses full of merlot
Or rose or burgundy, travelin like turbo
Brush up on your epsano, we're Barcelona bound so smile
And pack ya bags real good baby cuz well be gone for a while

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Play The Guitar feat. André 3000

on Jan 03, 2012

Play The Guitar feat. André 3000

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[Intro: T.I.]
B.o.B play the guitar
(B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B) play the guitar
B.o.B play the guitar
(B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B) play the guitar

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Well it's B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
Y'all take shots; I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill; blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo
Uhm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it's gone
Farewell, so long, so long (sayonara)
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
So far away there ain't no signal on my phone
Cuz I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far?
Play the guitar

[Hook: T.I.]
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
(B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar

[Verse 2: André 3000]
Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He's standing on top of Dunkin Donuts; it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will show them
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more time
Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but
You give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
Cuz if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come
3000 muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'"

[Outro: André 3000]
My partners say I should practice more, I know
They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them: "Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you laugh in tune?"

[Hook: T.I.]

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Strange Clouds feat. Lil Wayne

on Sep 28, 2011
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(B.o.B)
Well, if you guessin’ it’s me
You guessed correctly - I just
Stay with a stallion
You would swear I was an equestrian
Imma hit her with that pipe
Call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens
Call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league
But we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally
On point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man
I beat up the street it’s done so effortlessly Yeah, so these niggas can’t sleep on me There’s no Inception in this bitch I’m top chef, you top rum, and I’m top shelf No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don’t stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah All night we celebrate Cause we everywhere And you not there, ha

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

(Lil Wayne)
Blue jeans, I’m faded, mindin’ my own data Smokin’ on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger It’s Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo Kick back on that glock, call that Jiu-Jitsu Hello world, I’m with a yellow girl, number two pencil These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe I dive in that pussy, yeah I belly-flop, I jackknife and shit Tell my homies that I say it’s a party Got that tech for technical difficulties I’m top dog, you top Ramen, and I’m top dog Piru, gangsters, outlaws, yeah

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(Young moola baby)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(B.o.B fuck with me)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

(B.o.B)
Well ain’t no question, yes, it’s B.o.B yes definitely Up in the studio I got all my necessities If you want that real shit You made the right selection I’m Decatur ‘til I die Yes, I rep that definitely They say I’m a celebrity What the fuck’s a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection And I, say it’s a curse but it’s emotionally a blessing To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top But I don’t even need no directions I just wake up and then I roll up the purp But these niggas wake up on my dick At least have some breakfast first Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we, that’s how we, that’s how we do it, hey) And all we do is light it up All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we, that’s how we, that’s how we do it, hey) And all we do is light it up All night, all you see is strange clouds Strange clouds, strange clouds

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