Creme de La Creme – B.o.B – letras

I go Willie B. , I go HarambeI go Mutombo, DikembeGet that lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence dayNo Scientology, I know my geographyRoll up these collard greensI came up from poverty, now fuck off my propertyFuck off my, my property, fuck off my propertyMy propertyI don’t notice them, them, creme de la cremeI don’t fuck with them, creme de la cremeAnd if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)I got my own laneSince I was a kid I was a grown manI don’t need no new friendsFunny how they smile and they grinTrue colors are hiding withinIt’s easy to slide and pretendWhen you at a disquise of a friendWonder would she ride if I wasn’t in a 500 benzI don’t know I don’t get the shitWhy fuck with hoes that ain’t interestedSmoke all your weed drink all your liquor and snapchat the shit like it’s christmas gifts, goddamnShit, I know ’cause I witnesed itIt’s all about how they leave your lifeIt’s never about how they entered it (creme)I don’t notice them, them, creme de la cremeI don’t fuck with them, creme de la cremeAnd if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)