I Still Love You – B.o.B – letras

Because I knowSomewhere, deep down in my heartI still love youEven though you counted me outI still got love and I’m shoutin’ you outNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shotsFor you cyber niggas and all you cyber thotsWe gon’ take shotsNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shotsI ain’t talkin’ name tags when I rip your whole label360 deals, sting you, turn a nigga to a dreidelThis shit I picture, niggas can’t channel like scrambled cableOn demand like the man in advance in advanceSo high, I never landFeelin’ like Peter PanHa, I clap at you, give you a handI hear hip hop’s on life supportReal rappers on vacay, I’m the last resortI’m talking, my epitaph will be a paragraphThe money come first, that’s why none of you niggas lastTommy gun with the hunnid round drumBlow the horn play these imbecilesNigga I put the fun in funeralSleepin’ on me is bad for your backHerniate the disc when they master the trackNiggas, niggas said they had bars, I snickerChitlin Circuit how I’m shittin’ on niggas, let’s take shotsEven though you counted me outI still got love and I’m shoutin’ you outNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shotsFor you cyber niggas and all you cyber thotsWe gon’ take shotsNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shotsYeah, for all you bitches throwin’ subliminalsThe impact is minimalPlease stay off of my genitals, I’m a generalThey don’t fuck with you bitches in generalIn case you forgot, I administer shots like a sinister docNot pop, but a kernel that pop corns when needed (Uh)You my bastard child, the pop secret (Huh)What you poutin’ about?If I pay your momma’s rent, watch your mouth in my houseThese niggas overrated like procreation (Uh)Clappin’ all night, standin’ ovationYeah, when I emerge it’s an emergencyNiggas think they Fresh Prince, don’t make me pop a wheelieYeah, green with envy, that’s MartianYeah, it’s April, these fools marchin’Yeah, biggest song had my name in itI don’t know if it was you or if my name did itLet’s take shotsEven though you counted me outI still got love and I’m shoutin’ you outNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shotsFor you cyber niggas and all you cyber thotsWe gon’ take shotsNo hard feelings thoughI still love youLet’s get the liquor though’Cause we about to take shots