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b o b - we still in this bitch lyrics

[hook]
i’m in my zone i’m feeling it
stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
so buy another round, they try to shut us down
bout an hour ago but we still in this b-tch
we still in this, we still in this b-tch, we still in this
turn this sh-t up loud
and buy another round
they try to shut us down
bout an hour ago but we still in this b-tch

[verse 1]
i pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
b. rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the f-ckin hood up
got all these pounds of ganja, i work out i’m doin kush-ups
bobby bands is in the building, pop that p-ssy, throw a foot up
in the air, one time for a n-gg- like me, with a squad like this
where the team so strong, and the flow so cold, ain’t nothin but some bad b-tches in my clique
w-ssup eastside?
we in this b-tch
they think they seein me, but they ain’t seen sh-t
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 nothin can’t tell me sh-t
all in my zone, all on my own
open that pack, rollin that strong
and we still up in this, won’t turn down, won’t go home

[hook]

[verse 2 – t.i.]
i got big wheels on my ride
spent bout 6 mills on my ride
you catch me swervin all over your side of town b-mpin b-tch don’t kill my vibe
don’t blow my hide just blow my guy
i’m so paid i’m so fly
your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that’s no lie
i’m on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple
ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy dont make me hurt you
you want trouble, i got plenty
how you want it, full or semi
i’m so rich so all that f-ck boy sh-t you kickin don’t offend me
don’t get killed off in this b-tch
i spit mills all in this sh-t
boy it’s been 11 years of this sh-t
look at me now still in this b-tch
i stand tall no cant fall
you p-ssy -ss n-gg-s can’t touch it g
see me don’t speak ain’t nothin g
i’m in my zone n-gg- don’t f-ck with me aye

[hook]

[verse 3 – juicy j]
juicy j stay in the club, me and all my n-gg-s
all these bad b-tches, all this free liquor
surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
she lookin for a n-gg- that’s ballin so tonite might be her night
you know me
i stay stuntin low key
i threw tuition at onyx
flip money fast lil sonny rich n-gg- i speak ebonics
gotta new car i paid cash
gotta new crib with a weed lab
crisp bills i need that
f-ck your team where the freaks at
hundred deep in vip n-gg-s always hatin
i came in with a bunch of goons and i’m leavin out with this 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 trippy

[hook]

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