B.O.B - I Dont Really lyrics

rate me

2-3 times had to fallow my faith

Ain’t important be a nigga, I trip

Near here let a pour nigga fall

I recall and scheming on your niggas in your own

And so you’re online on the internet

All the nigga land, talking real shit, niggas ain’t real

Use to call me John Pony, I can feel

Told ‘em I ain’t fucking with the niggas

I’mma fuck with my own shit cool

She ain’t cool and fall life

Had it two on (?) give a fuck bout all that

She turn like car key

With a bad bitch in the car and fall yeah

Car twig and get a project

I’ll be round like a motherfucker ‘til they get part of (?)

With a twist full of calley

Yeah I need that, get a nigga with my last nerve

How just try to impress?

You’ll be tripping on the (?)

Y’all niggas will ball all

See it on your IG

You’ve been try too hard, you ain’t even know to lie

Getting like I can take that

Take all the time, give me hit like the OG

Puff it clear on that OG

I repeat my nigga with OG

And I don’t really fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga, don’t fall the nigga

Show the nigga love and no shitting on

Black Hollywood, now ball like fuck it

Me cut to tease at the top and they can call me

They can see me, they can motherfucker see me

Double less air, leave you complex

No radio, I won’t do it if it’s not good dog

Mean time it was, how they know about the prime boy?

They don’t know about the hood dog

Give it for the low, I don’t try to get on long bridge

You say yes I’m on pay way

In the fast lane, get some flavor like the maniacs

Man we struggle on the way too long, on the lambo

G will ride on the field life

Ages good on the pent part

Had a good lord, hit the block and then get rich

And I make it real, real far

Know just one thing, niggas here like they wanna see

I don’t wanna see take off

Number four damn

So I grind and let go

I ain’t taking no days off

Real cool with ‘em but he will wait it, I can feel it

They were hating I can feel it

I’mma make it a little bad, Jay will hold that by

With his name Killi

I don’t really fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga, don’t fall the nigga

I say it like fuck the niggas

I don’t really feel like one of these niggas

I’m worldwide boy, you just one street nigga

Am I be balling, better ball the hitters

I ain’t got, I ain’t got no head up for the nigas

But lyrically I’mma make zip a lot of niggas

They gonna fuck around and put a land out of nigga

They won’t get it til I get the lamb out of niggas

Yeah I catch and hit, make count on lot of nigga

They gonna swear the God they rumble out the ghetto

What the fantasy with nigga

Yeah they real bitch unless they get a (?)

How can nigga even feel they on my level

When there’s too many niggas thinking they’re on my level

Hello! Take a minute nigga, think much cleaver

If this level gonna shit and go so metal

I won’t say I’mma (?) and twing the best

And I handle the rest, mix level for next

Heavy metal posses

Bullshit I’mma rock, pull pill on my left

That’s even here for (?)

Never the last just take a hit in that (?)

Both my eyes low like chicy

Bubble run banz in my camera phone

If I don’t know the TV boy you got the channel

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

Man I don’t really fall the nigga

I don’t really fall the nigga, don’t fall the nigga