B.O.B - Wrong lyrics

rate me

If you think that I'm out cold

If you think that I'll run

If you think that it's over

You couldn't be more wrong (couldn't be more wrong)

If you think that it's done

If you think that you won

If you think that it's over

You couldn't be more wrong

I think it's funny that they think they got us all beat and defeated

I swear they must be dreaming 'cuz they think that we're retreating

Yeah, they be the type, constantly in search for beefing

'Till they see it, then that ass become a vegan

That's why on this beat it's no doubt

Yall already know I'm 'bout my flow, muthaf-ckas say I sold out?

Must be talking about my shows

Matter of fact, anytime that you finna reach for a dream or a goal or for anything

You will have many enemies, look at jesus and martin and lincoln and kennedy

Yeah, impostors hate the truth because you tell it

So I know when they around, they so jealous, I can smell it

The haters always die, the prestigious never perish

So I'll be never buried

That's why I'm never threatened by these little boys with big toys

They can't aim, it's piss poor, what you holding the clip for?

Put the gun down, get a clipboard

So tell them haters that they better pipe down,

We bring hell like a red man with a black beard and a pitchfork

Uh, you totally incorrect if you thought that it was some pressure

With each endeavor I treasure raises my level of pleasure

I'm flabbergasted by fellas, really think that they can see me

I'm saving my special specimens specifically for t.v

Ohhh, what 'till they see me out with a case so straight make a fake hoe hate

Me and bobby ray like this, okay, man a plastic surgeon can't fix her face

All these rap niggas shit so gay, and I'ma keep pimping until that bitch locate

My foot in the ass of a prick okay, say you harder than grand hustle, bitch, no way