Play the Guitar - B.o.B, André 3000

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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 Ballin’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 sh-t

Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up N-gg-s startin'conversations just so they can talk us up If you ain't runnin'sh-t 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

Stackin’c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo

Uhm, I’m killin''em mama, I’m talkin’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

I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone

So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone

Cause 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

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Man, I keep havin’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 somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin'

My n-gg-s 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 sleepin’on black girls?"Hey I don’t know, man

Silverback Stacks, jumpin’out the jungle

Blowin’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

When they leave mumbles to 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 takes us more time

Excuse me if I’m no exhibitionist accordin’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 sh-t

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 tryin’to save your crazy ass from what’s to come

3000 muth-f-cka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin'

My partner 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 n-gg-?

do you laugh in tune?

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