Headband (Feat. 2 Chainz) – B.o.B – letras

[Verse 1: B. o. B]Already got what I rolled up in my left handPussy on my mind, tighter than a headbandKush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glandsThis shit I’m on, better than the next strandThan the next strand, better than the next strandShe head down, booty poppin’ in a headstandI shine bright, I’ll give your girl a slight tanI make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice manI don’t even understand why she’d ever want a manIf she ever throw it, I’ll catch it like a quarterbackLike like a quarterback, that’s an interceptionYou think I give a fuck? That’s a misconceptionOh, what a night? oh, what a night?The roof is on fire ? so what, I’m high?Oh, what a night? oh, what a night?Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside[Hook: B. o. B]Aye, look at baby over thereWassup? Lil’ mama come hereShe started talking, but I really couldn’t hear her?Til she started dancin’ like she do it in the mirrorLike she do it in the mirrorLike she do it in the mirrorShe broke it, bounce, body movin’ like ShakiraLike she do it in the mirrorI chop one, chop two, chop that ass downChop that ass down, chop, chop that ass downAll I want you to do is just drop that ass downDrop, drop that ass down? now look back at it[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]Whistling Dixie?In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speedGigolo bloodline, pimping hereditaryBlack on 28s, it remind me of FebruaryDare you could fuck with me, that would be NevuaryDead-ass rappers should’ve came with a cemeteryI am so cold ? nigga like Ben & JerryFill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituaryMy vision blurry, these bitches flirtingI’ve been drinking all night, I think my kidney’s hurting (damn)So I close the curtains on the 62Her ass’ll knock your ass out, you’d better stick and move (true)Chain hang to my ding-a-langChain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-langTo do a threesome, you’ve got to interveneHer legs so sexy when I’m in between[Hook: B. o. B][Verse 2: B. o. B]She do it like she do it in the mirrorBe cautious, the booty is bigger than it appearShe speed it up and slow it down like she’s switching gearsI’m lookin’ for the baddest one hereI tell her like do that there, do that thereYou’ve got to stretch it out, girl, move that thereShe bent it over and touched her toes when she took that thereLike hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there?Who back there? I’m back thereI could take a step back and sip my cognac therePicture-perfect body, that’s a Kodak thereNow make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat stairI’m like oh, what a night? oh, what a night?The roof is on fire ? so what, I’m high?I’m like oh, what a night? oh, what a night?That’s a bad bitch, all jokes aside[Hook: B. o. B]