Текст песни B.o.B - We Still In This Bitch (Feat. T.I. & Juicy J)

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[Hook: B.o.B] I'm in my zone I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down About an hour ago But we still in this bitch Turn this shit up loud And buy another round They tried to shut us down About an hour ago But we still in this bitch [Verse 1: B.o.B] I pull up, pull up, pull up in that automatic cookup B Rich pull up in that rooster 'til we wake the fucking hood up Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out, I'm doing kushups Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy throw a foot up In the air, one time for a nigga like me with a squad like this With a team so strong with a flow so cold, ain't nothing but some bad bitches in my clique What's up Eastside We in this bitch They think they seeing me But they ain't seen shit Girls on the pole yeah they make me rich Girls at my shows wanna take my pic Yeah we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me shit All in my zone, all on my own Open that pack, rollin' that strong And we still up in this bitch, won't turn down, won't go home [Hook: B.o.B] [Verse 2: T.I.] I got big wheels on my ride, spent about six mills on my ride You catch me swervin' all on your side of town bumpin' bitch don't kill my vibe Don't blow my high, just blow my jock, I'm so paid, I'm so fly Your baby daddy didn't respect me, black his eye, that no lie I'm on my square, blowing circles in the air, of that purple I'm a boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you You want trouble I got plenty, how you want it full or semi I'm so rich so all that fuckboy shit you kickin' don't offend me Don't get killed of in this bitch, I spent mills all on this shit Boy it's been eleven years of this shit, look at me now still in this bitch I stand tall no can fall, you pussy ass niggas can't touch a key See me don't speak ain't' nothing G, I'm in my zone nigga don't fuck with me [Hook: B.o.B] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas All these bad bitches, all this free liquor Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife She lookin' for a nigga that's ballin' so tonight might be her night You know me I stay stuntin', lowkey I threw tuition at Onyx Flip money fast like Sonic, rich nigga I speak ebonics Got a new car I paid cash, got a new crib with a weed lab Crisp bills I need that, fuck your team where the freaks at Hundred deep in V.I.P., niggas always hatin' I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin' with out with his lady I got your boo in my Bugatti, she bout to swallow my babies My system loud my weed loud, no hair clippers I'm faded [Hook: B.o.B]

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