Epic - B.o.B feat Playboy Tre & Meek Mill

[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
Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks
I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete
I run and leap and jump and then present 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 n_ggas making moves my n_ggas making movies wait

[Playboy Tre:]
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_ck cause my mind frank cocky
Up in Beninhan', drunk as f_ck, drinking all the sake
Damn right I want a double fried rice
I'm getting bread I put my d_ck 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' n_ggas than the AA
Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell
But I ain't got a step brother, I f_ck your step mother
I cussed cause I like it b_tch
F_ck hoe mutherf_cker
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

[B.o.B:]
Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers
Don't roll with p_ssy n_ggas, 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_tch cause I'm chilling with your b_tch
She through 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 you
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 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_tch

[Meek Mill:]
Oohh I'm a matherf_cking beast
All my haters rest in peace
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week
Pray on n_ggas 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_tches 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 n_ggas at they end
And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning
I be with a b_tch that looks like Kim Kardashian
She ain't on these n_ggas not by purpose but by accident
Big Chris, I'll be laxing him, you n_ggas 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_cking with that weed, like where that water at
Like where them purps n_gga
Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back
FREE TIP!

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