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robots wit attitude - b.o.b lyrics

robots wit attitude lyrics
[verse 1]
pocket full of doctor manhattans, light that gas like i’m fracking
yea she thought i worship satan she just couldn’t spell satan
i say this agents distracting, [?] clothes like a caption
basic b*tches be capping and capping n*ggas keep rapping
on bob the feds got a dossier, i ain’t repping courvoisier
got this beats may ‘come dr. dre, keep a glee like a holiday, yeah
and i ain’t hoopin’ i got a big ass tech
like amare better study [?] and toltec
i said i’m solitaire ain’t no jokers in my deck
hollywood had them in dresses like these n*ggas lost a bet
question? why my neighbourhood oppressed
if i move into your street i make your house [?] for less, yeah
my shades on ’cause i’m tearing they ass up
fifth bottle of the [?] like i swear it’s my last cup
i’m from atlanta you get scammed out your last buck
but these exotic elements my pain is a abstract
hit her from the back, she like “oh”
i thought i died and went to heaven, she like “no”
before i hit she gotta fresh shave, potato peel
head down ‘tween her knees, it’s a tornado drill

[bridge]
drill, drill, drill, yeah, yeah, yeah, drill, yeah
head down ‘tween her knees sh*t, it’s a tornado drill
[verse 2]
chaos n*ggas on my team it’s triple black, black, black
black ain’t even black enough a word describe that, that, that
yeah i’m a dog, i’m in a chain, and ain’t no leash, still i’m on that tree, yah
they generate algorithms, they got all your statistics sh*t
while you talk it be listening and pop up ad start appearing
similar to how your spirit show you symbols through intuition
my spirit hindred not kindred your third eye dim it look squinted
i been smoking all type of os, the jangos, tarantinos, call me quentin
religion is pulp fiction, sh*t you wouldn’t know the difference between a
a mk ultra or a inflamed ulcer
you can’t walk in my house my n*gga this ain’t for ya
i swear i’m with great whites deep enough to drill oil
the closest that you ever got was sea food boil
what’s the most gangster sh*t to do in this era
go to war with your brothers or go against your oppressors
but n*ggas, they ain’t tryna hear that woke sh*t, woke sh*t
’cause see it’s, ’cause see it’s cool to not know sh*t (know sh*t)
and all the, the hoteps going wild, wild
nowadays they just doing sh*t for more cl!cks (ayy)
but sh*, but sh*, but sh*t is cool
i done turned down more checks you’ll ever get a chance to (ever get a chance to)
i* i bucked the system more than any n*gga did this far
n*ggas don’t support n*ggas until they need at least a car
all these pro black folks discriminate the most
these favors for free, and all i got was a ghost
i said i’m full of adrenaline
faces is grim [?] might be a gremlin
guess i’m too generous
too real a n*gga, i’m just way too genuine
f*cking did it man, elements two n*ggas (woooooo)
i don’t wanna hear no more sh*t from you n*ggas
[outro]
bobby ray bands
head down ‘tween her knees sh*t, it’s a tornado drill

- b o b lyrics

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