Epic (feat. Playboy Tre, Meek Mill) – B.o.B – letras

(B.o.B)You know who it is without a doubt of hesitationIf money talks I got my masters in communicationsBut you can’t hold a conversationProbably find me burning something good you can call that smoking acesCompliment the chef in the lab making greatnessAin’t a thing changed but the number on the statementNBA resume, baller’s my occupationKush so loud I can’t hear what was you sayingPraise yo solo that the freaks in the backseatGet a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeksI’m Bobby Ray baby an all american athleteI run and leap and jump and acts like a track meetYeah that ought to do itGive it that Carl LewisI got the magic baby call me George LucasI’m so prolific but my flow’s so foolishThese niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait(Playboy Tre)Wile like a crazy micClean like a baby wipeY’all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby likeMy ex say I’m a dick cause my mind frame cockyUp in Beninhan’, drunk as fuck, drinking all the sakeDamn right I want a double fried riceI’m getting bread I put my dick up in your faceYour face’ll look like Stewie’s headGirls call me Tre dayI’m looking for pay dayMy squad’s got more bottle poppin’ niggas than the AALiquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will FerrellBut I ain’t got a step brother, I fuck your step motherI cussed cause I like it bitchFuck ho motherfuckerYou mad cause I’m balling, life is a motherfuckerShort like a leprechaun so hater live life a littleNew shit dropping soon ‘Patron & Instrumental’Til’ then stay tuned, freak, and thanks for the hot ginIt’s Tre, my flow won’t quit til I say it ends(B.o.B)Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakersDon’t roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenasThat’s why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet herI tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedureYou just mad with no bitch cause I’m chilling with your bitchShe through out your mixtape but she knows my whole discMy flow’s sick, I’m a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shitHaters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitzBut I don’t punt it, I run it for a hundredEver since I was a young ‘un, been hungry as Paul BunyonI’m the shit so fix the plumbingI’ma beast and the game’s youAnd if this ain’t what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumpingI’m smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronicHennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin’Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me comingAnd my name’s Bobby RayEastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering bitch(Meek Mill)Oohh I’m a matherf-cking beastAll my haters rest in peaceI make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of weekPray on niggas like a SundaySee your artist that’s a feastI got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a pieceIt was me and old melly’ in the ScagliettiBout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past readySwagger on the finish, I think I’m AndrettiI push it to the limit get ’em haters gassed heavyWait a minute I’m a menaceShout out to the winnersJacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish’I’m just getting started and niggas at they endAnd errbody say I’m hot but I’ve been hot from the beginningI be with a bitch that looks like Kim KardashianShe ain’t on these niggas not by purpose but by accidentBig’, you niggas relaxingAnd the main reason I’m passing em like Michael VickIm faster than yo quarter backI bring that order backAin’t f-ckig with that weed, like where that water atLike where them purps niggaSomebody order thatCaught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain’t going backFREE TIP!