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B.o.B

Everythang

 

Everythang

(album: Fuck 'Em We Ball - 2012)


[Intro: B.o.B]
Everything yeah [x8]

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
You know what they say
Money isn't everything
Married to the game but ain't no wedding ring
So insane nose bleed flow call that cocaine
So high you would swear my office was an airplane
And if you let me fuck bitch I'm fucking up your hair game
You gon need some hair spray
Catch me out here getting it in in every way
Wait, let it marinade
Please do not interrogate
It's a movie everywhere I go no need to narrate
Fans by my barricade
Groupies by the staircase
I done had to much success is something that I'll never say
Everything is everything when you're chasing everything
How can they box a nigga in I'm running every lane

[Hook: B.o.B]
Family over everything I put that shit on everything
Getting it with my niggas yeah we heading home with everything
Uh, I put that shit on everything
She ask me what I want, I told her everything
Everything yeah [x4]
Family over everything I put that shit on everything
Getting it with my niggas yeah we heading home with everything

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Every time my squad go traveling
All my niggas fill up the first class cabin
This ain't even funny really I ain't even laughing
What you make in ten years what I pay in taxes
Middle finger up way high to the masses
Stay out my business don't touch my jacket
You know what I'm bout you don't even got to to ask it
Fuck her for a long time give her that giraffe dick (aaahhh)
And if you feeling ratchet bitch I'm Juicy J
Now drop it lower than my high school GPA
Hit the weed man ask him what's the easy a
Spend so much on blunts I'm getting hit up by my CPA
I'mma hit him right back
Soon as a nigga finish this stack
And somebody get my lawyer on the phone tell him add another couple mil to the contract
East side of Atlanta on my back
Where they ride with the hammers and the straps
It don't matter what it is you can name anything you can put my fam over that
Cause I ride for my fans
Every flight every time that I land
You can tell I'mma make big moves
Bout' the size of my plans
Rolex on my wrist but it ain't much time on my hands
That lambo shut em up call it silence of the lambs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Yeah I say don't stop get it, don't stop get it
Business over bullshit that's just the way we kick it
Yeah I say don't stop get it get it, don't stop get it
Business over bullshit now that's the family business
Everything yeah [x4]
I say don't stop get it get it, don't stop get it
Business over bullshit yeah that's the family business

[Hook]

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