Epic Lyrics - E.p.i.c. - B.o.b.

You know who it is without a doubt of hesitation 

If money talks I got my masters in communications 

But you can't hold a conversation 

Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces 

Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness 

Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement 

NBA resume, baller's my occupation 

Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying 

Praise yo solo that the freaks in the backseat 

Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks 

I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete 

I run and leap and jump and like a track meet 

Yeah that ought to do it 

Give it that Carl Lewis 

I got the magic baby call me George Lucas 

I'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish 

These niggas making moves my niggas making movies wait 

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Wile like a crazy mic 

Clean like a baby wipe 

Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby like 

My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frame cocky 

Up in Beninhan', drunk as fuck, drinking all the sake 

Damn right I want a double fried rice 

I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your face 

Your face'll look like Stuarts head 

Girls call me Tre day 

I'm looking for pay day 

My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA 

Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell 

But I ain't got a step brother, I fuck your step mother 

I cussed cause I like it bitch 

Fuck ho motherfucker 

You mad cause I'm balling, life is a motherfucker 

Short like a leprechaun so hater live life a little 

New shit dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" 

Til' then stay tuned, freak, and thanks for the hot gin 

It's Tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends 

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Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers 

Don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenas 

That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her 

I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure 

You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch 

She through out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc 

My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit 

Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz 

But I don't punt it, I run it for a hundred 

Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon 

I'm the shit so fix the plumbing 

I'ma beast and the game's you 

And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping 

I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic 

Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before jumpin' 

Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming 

And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anyone was wondering bitch 

Oohh I'm a matherf-cking beast 

All my haters rest in peace 

I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week 

Pray on niggas like a Sunday 

See your artist that's a feast 

I got like 30 in the chalk I let you p-ssies catch a piece 

It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti 

Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready 

Swagger on the finish, I think I'm Andretti 

I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy 

Wait a minute I'm a menace 

Shout out to the winners 

Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish? 

I'm just getting started and niggas at they end 

And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning 

I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian 

She ain't on these niggas not by purpose but by accident 

Big?, you niggas relaxing 

And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick Im faster than yo quarter back 

I bring that order back 

Ain't f-ckig with that weed, like where that water at 

Like where them purps nigga 

Somebody order that 

Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back 

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