B O B - Epic lyrics

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<b>Epic</b> by <i>B.o.b.</i><br />

<strong>Epic Lyrics</strong>

[b.o.b:]

you know who it is without a doubt of hesitation

if money talks i got my masters in communication

but you can't hold a conversation

probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces

compliment the chef in the lab making greatness

ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement

nba resume, baller's my occupation

kush so loud i can't hear what was you saying

praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat

get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks

i'm bobby ray baby an all american athlete

i run and leap and jump and... like a track

yeah that ought to do it

give it that carl lewis

i got the magic baby call me george lucas

i'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish

these niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait

[playboy tre:]

wile like a crazy mic

clean like a baby wipe

y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like

my ex say i'm a dick cause my mind frank cocky

up in... drinking all the sake

damn right i want a double fried rice

i'm getting bread i put my dick up in your face

your face'll look like...

girls call me tre day

i'm looking for pay day

my squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the aa

liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as will ferrell

but i ain't got a step brother, i fuck your step mother

i cussed cause i like it bitch

fuck hoe mother fucker

you mad cause i'm balling, life as a mother fucker

your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little

new shit dropping soon "patron & instrumental"

it's tre, my flow won't quit til i say it ends

[b.o.b:]

don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them va-jeanas

that's why your girl choosing don't pray i never meet her

i tap her on the head and say you know the procedure

you just mad with no bitch cause i'm chilling with your bitch

she through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc

my flow's sick, i'm a poet, edgar allen poe shit

haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz

but i don't bun it, i run it for a hundred

ever since i was a young 'un, been hungry as paul bunyon

i'm the shit so fix the plumbing

i'ma beast and the game's 200

and if this ain't what you call hip-hop you must be bungee jumping

i'm smoking on... some of you call that chronic

hennessey in my vomit cause the night before...

lil c got that beat bumping so you can hear me drumming

i remains by the way eastside of the a just incase anyone was wondering bitch

[meek mill:]

ohh i'm a mother fucking beast

all my haters rest in peace

i make a hundred on the money and go hard the rest of week

pray on niggas like a sunday

see your artist that's a feast

i got like 30 in the chalk i let you pussies...

it was me and old melly in this game levy

swagger on the finish, i think i'm andretti

i push you to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy

wait a minute i'm a menace

shout out to the winners

i'm just getting started and niggas at they end

and errbody say i'm hot but i've been hot since the beginning

i be with a bitch that looks like kim kardashian...