B O B Ft T I Playboy Tre - Bet I

[Chorus - B.o.B]

Put me on anything still I bet I bust

Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust

This is what I does so, please don’t gas me up

Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud

I bet I bust

I bet I bust (I, I)

I bet I bust

I bet I, I bet I,(bust)

I bet I bust

I bet I bust (I, I)

Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust

[B.o.B]

Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust

Yeah, on bud, bet I bust

Thats just what I does, yes

Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped

Still I bet I bust

Bet I flow

Bet I rip this beat

Bet I feel that soul

Bet I go

Bet I bench these n-ggas like Ray, sit down bro!

Bet I know, everything about this game

Bet I know my role

Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport

B dot o, B

So, bet I go

Bet I’m on a brand new plane

Bet I’m in a whole different zone

I ain’t really from this place

So im up all night long

Really I’m in outterspace

Really I ain’t got no home

Really I’m a saint

Bet I’m blown,

Bet I’m thrown, up to the sky

Over the ocean

So I fly wherever I’m goin

When I’m by, bet I’m focused

If it’s five, you can bet I roll it

Matter of fact, you can bet I bust

[Chorus - B.o.B]

[T.I]

Drive a brown parkin center

The king from the emma

The room with the boom in the booth, I deliver

The hottest, you prolly too small to acknowledge you

Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do

We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu

I’m ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop

BAM!

Comin through this thang like James in the air off the bare of my hand

N-gga jus can’t. pretend you forgot my name if you wanna

I’ma come hard like a bar?

Dawn?

Make a n-gga wanna rebound, turnt up, all the way, hey (?)

2 or 3 tramp

Put em in the ? bentley

N-gga say he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97

in Atlanta have more blocks than Mutombo

For those who can’t hold water need a new kidney

Put it down under Australia, Sidney (bye)

And I’m still representing,

For the n-ggas under prison

You are tuned in, listenin

And I’m back to doing big things

A sucka lookin for me, start in yo bitch’(s) dreams

Thats why I’m 20 feet tall standing on the big screen

Get dough, get green, my flow sickening,

It’s the King n-gga!

[Chorus - B.o.B]

[Playboy Tre]

Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-gga

yall don’t really know Tre,

Really know me,

Really know the streets, no!

Yall n-ggas really ain’t G,

Really ain’t hard,

Never really served no heart,

Yall be playin that roll

Talkin that pimp sh-t,

Never really pimp sh-t, nah

Yall be singin them hoes

But I don’t, and I won’t

I’ll get a bitch anytime I want

I’m that guy, spit that fire

Shake the ground everytime I stomp

Bit? in the trunk, cup in the air

You can talk sh-t but I really don’t care

Man I’m in the cadillac goin direct

Gonna clack that back? cuz a n-gga ain’t scared

I’m that red clay, East of the A?

Ya n-ggas get locked up everyday

Cops ain’t sh-t so I drop that sh-t

(?) make it through the day

Grindin for my pay

It’s that n-gga Tre

Bustin like a pistol best believe it when I say

That I bust!

[Chorus - B.o.B]

[End]

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