Boom – B.o.B – letras

I don’t rap verses, I rap universes (to Pangaea!)No, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to playCame to fuck shit up, what you got to say?No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to playI’m here to fuck shit up (rare, rare)I’m here to fuck shit up (wow)You ain’t even scratch the crust (stop, stop, stop)Please, do not touch the tux (stop, stop, stop)(don’t touch the tux)I can’t concentrate, I’m stuckAin’t tryna debate, it’s not MMAyou play with my plate, you bait (on me)I fold up your bae, like paper machéI got to feng shui the place (on God)They can’t imitate the great (on me)I do not take the bait (on God)I mean what I say, in 25 secondsthis message will self destruct (fuckin’ shit up)No, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to playCame to fuck shit up, what you got to say?No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to playI’m here to fuck shit up (woah)I’m here to fuck shit upLook, third eye is functioning, I’m in the functionI might go gorillas, go up like a jungle gymToo much of cannabis too much of fungusesI get monstrous with my mantras, bitchI like extra condiments on my consonantsAin’t no theories over here bitch, just common senseIn real life you internet gangsters just want a picGee willikers gee my golly who’d I offend?Synonymous with these psychotic psychiatristsThe villain within, or depending on who, the victim withinIf you’ve got a point that you really do need to defendvent it with friendsBaddest motherfucker walking since woman invented manI’m in it to win, I’m knee-deepShe’s down at my shins feeling my printShit, I feel like I’m PrinceIf you happen to use my name in a sentence shitfuture tenseDon’t know if it’s clear to youwhat it appears that I’m here that I’m here to doShit I paid my nigga dues, I transformed you niggas viewsI’m fucking shit up, lit fusefuck you and your ten views, bitchNo, I ain’t come to talk, ain’t come to play (ray bands)Came to fuck shit up, what you got to say?No, I ain’t came to talk, ain’t came to playI’m here to fuck shit upI’m here to fuck shit up