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bob - how 2 rap lyrics

[verse 1: b.o.b.]
now open your mind up and listen you n-gg-s
i am the master, the guru and after i school you i’m skinning you n-gg-s
you finished, i’m making chinchillas out n-gg-s
you should be embarr-ssed i’m thinking ’bout rapping, it’s killing you n-gg-s
consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you n-gg-s
and i know i’m the man, no, i don’t need no grammy award on my mantle
know it don’t matter, the beat it don’t matter, the style, any flow i can channel
you see i’m from atlanta, east side of decatur, i grew up on candler
if you notice the way that i talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar
i got these n-gg-s nervous cause whatever lane i’m in i’mma handle
your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
you lost in my thoughts, you don’t know how to paddle
i know that i’m shining, i know that i’m shining
don’t worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
from my point of view there’s so many dead rappers
sh-t, all we need is a memorial banner
my first mixtape, they all said i sounded like drake
then they said my alb-m was pop, didn’t really sound like the mixtape
now i’m doing what i started, now they telling me i changed
i head underrated so much you would swear it was my name
ain’t no rappers on my list
come holla at me when you’re done riding each others d-ck
twenty-five million singles worlwide, i’ll guess i’ll take another hit
matter of fact i find this rap sh-t boring, man i’m over it
give me my guitar pick, i’ll show you sh-t

- bob lyrics

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